That Time a Gypsy Told Me My Future
“You must listen me,” he said, his refusal to use prepositions starting to bug me. “Please?” “Look man, I told you. I-DON’T-HAVE-MONEY-FOR-YOU. Niente. Nada….
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What Happens in Rehab… Might Not Stay in Rehab.
“Winnie the Pooh?” I inquired, forehead crumpled up as I lay down on the couch. “Actually,” Carlos retorted while refusing to make eye contact,…
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