Our Boeing 747 has been fleeing westward from darkened California, racing across the Pacific toward the sun, the incandescent eye of God, but slowly, three hours later than West Coast time, twilight gathers outside, veil upon lilac veil
William (Billy) Manchester
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It's my parents backyard outside my old room. Which explains the dogs that don't belong to Linds or I, does it not?
I like Lindsay's "WTF? I'm on the phone!" pose.
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