"I'll race you to our death", read the epitaph.
Every reader was a loser.
...
Never before had losing felt so good.
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 4:16 PM UTC
"I'll race you to our death", read the epitaph.
Every reader was a loser.
...
Never before had losing felt so good.
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