Writing about someone a day every day for a year has proven to be difficult. Three hundred and sixty five people will touch my life this year in my thoughts, and you get to be one of them, and I spoke to you once, because you were the arrogant idiot wandering through Meijer in Grand Rapids with enough nerve to stomp on someone else’s fun just because you could. It wasn’t a friendly warning it was a, haha, I told you so without the ever being told part.
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