Stan Lee 28 December 1922 – 12 November 2018 R.I.P shirt
With the little money I get, I have to pay the bills, buy groceries and some clothes for my brothers leaving nothing for myself. I don’t greet Eric and just walk straight to my room. Since the wall around our house is so thin I can hear him talking to my mother. This was my last night out in the 35 degrees cold until some loving Angels came to my rescue. It took my diabetic toes hours to thaw out once I was in the room.
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