A woman looked me dead in the eye July 3rd and said in a monotone, “Today is someone’s last day with all ten fingers,” before walking away. I’ve thought about that for the last 48 hours.
I don't remember what normal is either. I look at old photos and shake my head with incomprehension. Was that real? Were things really that relatively calm, and we thought we had problems?
A woman looked me dead in the eye July 3rd and said in a monotone, “Today is someone’s last day with all ten fingers,” before walking away. I’ve thought about that for the last 48 hours.
I don't remember what normal is either. I look at old photos and shake my head with incomprehension. Was that real? Were things really that relatively calm, and we thought we had problems?