Mother frickin’ fucker. I rode my bike out to the DMV this morning. It’s about 3 1/2 miles, and I knew the route well because…
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Mother frickin’ fucker. I rode my bike out to the DMV this morning. It’s about 3 1/2 miles, and I knew the route well because…
Death. You know, it seems absurd, but actually the death of our cat Bilal is the closest that death has touched my life — ever.…