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Michael Cole

“Help me carry him to the car,” she said as I approached. We carried and dropped him in the trunk. THUNK! I cannot believe this is happening again. Never approaching the speed limit; yellow reflected lines streaked past silently. “This is the last time,” I told her with a stern voice. “I know, baby.” She smiled and put her hand on my knee and I knew we were both lying.

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  1 de Enero de 2019 a las 06:43
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