7/365 Doug B
My best friend for years. I liked it at his house better than my own. What a nuisance I must have been to his parents! I got off drugs, he stayed on them. I hope he has a good life, but I'm afraid he doesn't.
I'm 45 years old. There's 365 days in a year. I'm writing 45 words about 365 people. When I turn 46, I'll start writing 46 words.
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You're very good at this, Mark.
Sometimes I click on the comments to see who has commented, and discover it was me.
don't you just hate it when you hope the best for someone, but in your heart you have that gnawing knowledge that it's not likely they are thriving?
this was a great snapshot ...
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