I struggled saving a bunch of old pictures from a dying computer. Did I already write about that yesterday? Probably. I can't remember anything any more. My life is becoming strictly attuned to just one thing: being a dad.
There was once a time when my memory shined like a chrome bumper. Or, that's how I remember it now, looking back.
There was once a time when my memory shined like a chrome bumper. Or, that's how I remember it now, looking back.
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