Tonight at work, a lady, either inoxicated, high, mentally ill or a combination thereof, was walking through our dark parking lot alternately pointing out shopping carts for me and calmly telling me that they murdered her daughter. She did this a few times and then stated that she'll "get over it" and then walked away.
Monday, September 10, 2007
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