Bad Luck

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"Well what am I supposed to do?" I yelled at the river. It's not my fault I'm reliving my worst nightmare. It's not my fault I have been through hell. Literally. It's not my fault he died. It's NOT my fault. I just have bad luckAll Rights Reserved

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