There are days. Or months in my case where it seems everything goes wrong. I know for just myself, I’ve had about two months of wondering what I did to make the Universe so mad. Last week on my way home I had had enough. My mother suggested I go see Ann after my engine had to be rebuilt in Arizona. She again mentioned it after the crank shaft busted, but I thought “this too shall pass” and kept going. I’m good like that. I go, and go until I can’t anymore. Usually though once I've gone and gone with no

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