I was giddy, and had decided to temporarily let go of the snarl that had come to rest on my lips the past few months. I thought maybe giving this happy thing a chance was going to change things.
Twenty-four hours later the snarl was back. This time backed up with the knowledge that no matter what continent one may be in - reality will bite.
I'm no pollyanna. I never was and I may well never will be.
At best I'm a hopeful realist.
Twenty-four hours later the snarl was back. This time backed up with the knowledge that no matter what continent one may be in - reality will bite.
I'm no pollyanna. I never was and I may well never will be.
At best I'm a hopeful realist.
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