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Mar 2012
That time I was helpless and broken hearted
crying my eyes out the side of the highway at Chevron
of all places.

I think about how you drove out to pick me and all my
pieces up.
That was nice.

No one else would have ever done that,
just you. I hope that I remembered
to thank you between the tears.

Every now and then I think about that time and
how that's probably the nicest thing that anyone has
ever done for me...
Written by
renee v b
431
   ---, --- and Jon Tobias
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