Everyday, on the way home I would always see this red pick up truck. Every time I pass by I always remember Happy at the orphanages waiting for her dad and how sad it was. Knowing that they have reunited, I can't stop smiling at it.
A few months later, the car wasn't there anymore but I realized that the building that that car has parked at is called 'The Garage' so I looked like a lunatic smiling and talking to myself in front of a jesuit compound (I don't know if it really is a jesuit compound) every time I pass by.
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Scorpion Talks
RandomBasically me typing random letters on the keyboard because of scorpion. W e l c o m e t o m y c r i n g e y t w e l v e y e a r o l d - l i k e w r i t i n g
