It's strange, life, in a weird sort of way... It's funny how so instantly people melt away at funerals and farewells, wipe the windshield and make amends. What then stops them from doing so right at the start, err, at least somewhere in the middle of the story?
Err, guess better late than never as they say. At least some people make it up in the last lap, most others, what to say!
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