I was in the youth centre near where I live helping out the other day and I thought I'd make a nice cup of tea and the only milk they had was a couple of months out of date that no one threw out.
Ugh, I remember when I was younger, I put chunky milk on my cereal and didn't realise until I'd nearly finished and thought, this milk seems a bit funny. It was Coco Pops though so I couldn't taste it because it was all chocolatey.
Sounds extremely ick.
And reminds me that i need to clean some biological hazards out of my fridge, including some chunky milk.
My husband is my best friend.
In forgiving others, we are not exonerating them. They may not deserve exoneration. Rather, in forgiving others we are giving up our anger over the fact that what happened is not what "should" have happened or that our life is not the way it "should" have been.
Now I'll play your ghost as my ace, whenever I'm led astray.
But I am actually good, can't help it if we're tilted.
I'm in my right place, don't be a downer.
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