The other morning when I was rollerblading through the woods, the most horrid smell entered my nose. Like burnt hair or, I don't even know what, it was just bad. Which was when I realized…
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Our Web Connection They don't call this a web for nuthin'. We're all connected, sometimes in strange ways, by its invisible strings. Seriously, the number of times that I write something, then read another post…
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