Yesterday is not ours to recover, but tomorrow is ours to win or lose. Lyndon B. Johnson.
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Passing the roads the trees, my hand had been sow due to the way my hands had been kept on the wheel. It was getting dark and I felt I might had missed my way.
It's difficult to remember the exact road knowing I didn't drive the last time.
Figuring out what to do. The drive was normal as I reached my destination. I made sure not to make a sound so I parked the car a few minutes away.
Using foot I passed trees and swingles leaves away from my face gently.
The cabin was now clear to me.
I didn't try to knock, I just walked in. When walking in I didn't see the sight of Alex, but I could see a glass that was still freshly drank on at the bar stand.
The place was left in a me
