The Stroke of Emily

I forgot to dump her out in Japan. I feel bad. Nothing in her laugh more than people from that humble Island stronghold. That was like the one thing that gave her joy. Everything airplanes, mojitos and Chinese and Japanese people walking by. It looks like lumpy and. Because we had to we had to donate between Emily's and mine because Emily's dad is with us as well. In the bag? No, they were two separate bags. And Emily was like, that's weird. Oh, is it to mix fucking body remains in one zip lock bag? That's bizarre. We're going to dump them in the same trash can. Got eventually. There's some