21 - Fix My Wrongs
+Brandy I don't feel so good. I've got a raging migraine and my back hurts, yet it isn't enough to stop me from getting s**t done today. My big girl pants are on as I cruise down the streets of Timber-Way in my personal black Range Rover. My eyes stay glued on the small vanilla painted two-story house, each time I drive by it, which has been a total of ten times so far. There are several cars parked in front and the amount increases by the minute. The urge to throw up becomes unbearable each time I see the Arkansas BlueStar flowers planted in the front yard. I'm a mess and this whole thing was f****d. "God, help me." I sigh, biting my nails. I knew this was going to be hard, but damn... this was much more than hard. Everything feels so... intense. "Jesus give me strength." Letting
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