A racist asshole with guns killed my Kansas City neighbors.
And it's been a year since punk ass kids blew up my sport.
And mortality has started tapping me on the shoulder at work and in my personal relationships.
So here it is, plain and simple: I don't want to go at this alone. I don't want to navigate the waters of this harrowing life without a partner. I need a shoulder right now...because these tears are wreaking havoc on my blouse.
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