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The rider next to me raises her towel, spinning it like a lasso above her head. I whirl my towel too, and soon, we're all sweeping the air with our sweaty accessories, whooping until the song ends.
#vss365
It's always directed more at the phone than me.
If we wanted to be honest, we'd admit that. Instead, we focus on petty things and grow farther apart. #vss365
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it’s about two brothers who are going through the final steps of their brother’s death – following the funeral hearse that goes to the crematorium. a great story – read it !!
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it’s about two brothers who are going through the final steps of their brother’s death – following the funeral hearse that goes to the crematorium. a great story – read it !!
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But the soda was already in the house. And he wasn't a wasteful man.
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But the soda was already in the house. And he wasn't a wasteful man.
#vss365
Mom's lips are tight, wordless. It's her eyes that speak. But before I can make sense of them, she looks away, at the door.
This will never be good enough for her. #vss365