how did that happen by Geno Cattouse

Jul 2013

Last time we talked. This time we shouted.

Last time we laughed. This time we cried.

Last time we pulled. This time we pushed.

Last time was the last time.

No more time left.

Time out.

Time.

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Geno Cattouse california

(california)

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