as I grew, my tales grew and they defined me, until...he came into my life and I was changed. Now that he is gone...my tales start over...
she is coming...
she is coming to town...hell no not Mrs. Santa claus...that other damn woman, that is on his mind, when he is mad at me. hell probably when he is not mad... and to see a picture of her, why do i resemble her...lol
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