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The Bucket List
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Ongoing, First published Dec 15, 2014
This story will  most likely suck, but you know what there's a small chance it won't.
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People have a list they make of things they want to accomplish before they, well kick the bucket. If you know what I mean.  Some lists may just have two or three things. Others may go on forever. It differs depending on the person who writes it. Now I have no idea how long this will be. It will kind of just end when the moment feels right. That moment may come quickly or it may take a while. I have no idea. I don't know what will happen as this bucet list gets to be accomplished, but I hope you stay for the ride to watch it just as I am too. 
'Cause the best nights are usually unplanned, random, and spontaneous...
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