‘You’re not going to tell me what to do.’
It’s a motto,
an anthem,
a generational theme,
a mantra,
an ode,
an adage,
a melody,
a ballad,
a poesy,
a limerick
and a ruse
and it is
bereft of any flaws, and fastened by logic.
Leaving for work, the skies dark and full of promising rain, I took a somber moment to avoid stepping on a dead baby bird in the middle of t...
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