It's like that, I guess, when the past come to collect what you owe.
To me, chocolate was the sole reason we on this earth.
What is luck but something made to run out.
I guess mercy is a muscle like any other. You got to exercise it, or it just cramp right up.
It's early yet. It's always early, while you still alive.
Canada kills any conversation quick, I learned long ago. It's a little trick of mine.