The would've and could'vesThe would’ve and could’vesThe would've and could'ves
Behind, you could hear the cheers and voices from the park where an illuminated field hosted an impromptu game of football. Ahead was the music and traffic of the town. Lives it seemed were being lived in either direction. There was an old man sitting under some sort of cardboard shelter, his only home situated to the side of the quiet street. It seemed nobody had bothered to steer their glances in his direction, let alone walk up to him and speak to him. Maybe it was because he was so darkly covered, camouflaged, he almost belonged to the nightly shadows. If you could make it out, the deep co
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Amanda: What You'd Eat if You Lived on Mars
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Amanda: What You'd Eat if You Lived on Mars
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A word to the wise ain't necessary, it's the stupid ones that need the advice.
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