Wistrit
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Today, I met a girl on the bus. She was pretty (not perfect, and not just a pretty face, as you might think. She was just... I don't even know, just naturally beautiful) and kind, because she asked a guy to move over so an old woman could pass. She stood in front of me the whole way until I got off.
Hmm.
Tomorrow holds no promises
Except the ones we've made
Except the ones we've made