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valkryorI have trouble believing that it's been twenty years since we lost Shannon.
TWENTY. YEARS.
It doesn't feel like that much time has passed by, and yet, here we are. We brought her flowers, like we do (or try to do) every year. This year's bunch is the best yet:
We ran a few errands afterwards, for boring adult things like milk and bread. In the driveway, parked next to our spot, was a car with the most unfortunate tire name I have ever seen:
And yes, I chuckled. At my core, I have the sophisticated humour of a twelve year old boy, and this kind of shit will never NOT be funny.
TWENTY. YEARS.
It doesn't feel like that much time has passed by, and yet, here we are. We brought her flowers, like we do (or try to do) every year. This year's bunch is the best yet:
We ran a few errands afterwards, for boring adult things like milk and bread. In the driveway, parked next to our spot, was a car with the most unfortunate tire name I have ever seen:
And yes, I chuckled. At my core, I have the sophisticated humour of a twelve year old boy, and this kind of shit will never NOT be funny.
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