January 24 was my mother’s birthday. She was 82 when she died. That’s a nice age. She would never have lived to be one hundred and twenty-four years old.
Things keep happening.
woe is me
I have to trry harder. It’s too late today to start.
Toorrow is Sunda.y, I’ll start tomorrow
woe is me
January 24 was my mother’s birthday. She was 82 when she died. That’s a nice age. She would never have lived to be one hundred and twenty-four years old.
Things keep happening.
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