The driver apologized and gave me his card.
He was a Funeral Assistant.
I got hit by a car today.
The driver apologized and gave me his card. He was a Funeral Assistant.
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The things that I can not share with you
could crowd a street. They could line a beach edges brimming with sand, and filling up and spilling over. They could make a trail of all the places I have been that you do not care to see. They could mark my way back to the places I wish I was. And you would never know. |
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