I believe in being prepared, in case luck strikes.
I pulled into my driveway one Friday afternoon and turned o
I have no personal acquaintanceship with luck myself. However, I know an old fellow whose middle name is “Lucky,”
Frankly I don't believe in luck (good or bad) - at least the kind we don't create ourselves.
Luck is not a lady, but when it's bad, it's a cruel mistress, no doubt. It is merciless and wanton, harsh and humbling-a figurative public scolding from your mother.
It was hot and it was Lincoln, Nebraska.
My older brother, one of my guardians growing up, seemed to have a preoccupation with perf
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