There Are Far Better Things Ahead Then Any We Leave Behind.
This, I tell myself, as I sit at work on Friday night, thinking back and reminiscing on all of the good times I had with Roswell. My Alien. My Juke. And I can wholeheartedly tell you that she was a damn good girl. We went everywhere together. Wisconsin, Indiana, and even Iowa that one time by accident.
She kept me safe through four springs, summers, and three…
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