Tears out of nowhere. It's the writing, I tell ya:
"We made our way to Dad’s Mercedes over the gravel car park, and as he climbed inside and started the engine, I stooped beside the passenger door and plucked a small black stone from amongst the boring grey. For better or worse, this was a day I would never forget, and it deserved a pebble in the jar."
Holy heckballs!I guess you had to be there,but dayumm!
— Feb 06, 2018 06:56AM
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