I know you hate it when I’m mad and wish I’d just turn around and talk to you.
I know you wish that we always got along and there wasn’t fights like these and lonely nights on the couch. 177 more words
I drive about four hundred miles a week. Certainly not a long-haul, cross country truck driver type of log, but enough that I have seen a few cars go by my windows and given the fact that I have been driving for close to fifty years, should establish that I am not a novice driver. 836 more words
It’s estimated that 23 percent of American families have only one child, if you leave out deformed siblings that live in the attic and are never discussed. 2,649 more words