Some stuff that's made me cry; some stuff that hasn't
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When you read that I CRY, I’m not talking blubbering. My composure remains intact. The last time I was that out-of-control bereft was January 12, 2004, the day my father died. I was devastated. Cried like a baby for hours.
I loved that man and, geez, he died owing me $50.
What some guys won’t do to get out of paying up.
This is true. The only other time I remember
When you read that I CRY, I’m not talking blubbering. My composure remains intact. The last time I was that out-of-control bereft was January 12, 2004, the day my father died. I was devastated. Cried like a baby for hours.
I loved that man and, geez, he died owing me $50.
What some guys won’t do to get out of paying up.
This is true. The only other time I remember
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