Because it could always be worse.
Actually, maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.
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It’s just not a family reunion without a beating, stabbing, slashed tires, and an (alleged) molestation. Nope, there’s not an untrue statement in the above sentence. A couple of weeks ago, I attended a family reunion at Lake LBJ. It ran from Thursday to Sunday, but Manda and I didn’t show up until Friday. [...] |
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