Every so often, on this little race of life, you stumble and fall flat on your face. There's not much you can do except get up, spit the dirt out of your mouth, dust yourself off, and start running again. I wonder if my college mates will remember where I'm quoting the next line from..
"It's a long time we'll be with the two of us crying."
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Is that a song?
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