About fucking time.
I weep for those children.
I weep for those mothers. Those fathers, brothers, sisters, grandparents and communities.
Like I would say to anyone who has suffered a loss, an indignity, a horrific situation. I am so sorry.
And imagine, just imagine, that it happened to you.
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I am surrounded by empty chocolate wrappers and have worn a dint in the carpet from the rocking.
But man, that rockin’ is great for the abs.
Cradling a glass of Mint Baileys with tons of ice, the air con blowing in my face.
Drying the tears, leaving mascara trails down my face. I look like Alice Cooper.
And [...]
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