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The Minutes of Our Last Meeting – Bullet Bouquets
“Their Bullets Did More Damage To My Heart Than They Did To Your Pancreas.”
...that some absence makes the heart grow fonder; too much absence makes the heart forget.
“Their Bullets Did More Damage To My Heart Than They Did To Your Pancreas.”