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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...
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Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 3:25 AM UTC
just a memory
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...
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Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 3:25 AM UTC
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