Make a kite!
Fly it!
Take a sip of alcohol.
Die next to my beloved wife!
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The Bucket List
RastgeleI open my front door with tears in my eyes watering out as if I was being washed away in the sea. I march up to my room to weak to even open these doors, to weak to even walk upstairs, to weak to even see correctly. I keep crying wondering if he's a...
Arid's Bucket List
Make a kite!
Fly it!
Take a sip of alcohol.
Die next to my beloved wife!
