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I hate everything about it. The Chair
By PABLO DIABLO
Copyright 2018
As I woke this morning, I was hoping things in my life had changed. I smile. Because I don’t want D’andre to see me not try. The handicap ride service is due here within minutes. After my coffee, I head
