No stories end tragically in springtime.
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My friend Darius used to make me get diner breakfasts with him at 5:30 a.m. He said people were more honest in the early morning.
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I wish I knew a better word for beauty than beauty. This thought always seems really profound to me after a few glasses of wine.
No stories end tragically in Springtime? Let’s keep it that way!