I am bitter. I am also taking in signs. I have always been a person of inconsequential markers. I have always been someone that reconciles with the future by admitting to loneliness. What can I do anyway? Just move on. Move on without remorse for home, family or friends.
People are only there to return to.
Two strikes.
Two bunts.
Fly ball?
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