I have a very lucky friend. As teens we used to joke that he was using all his luck up and by the age of 30 would die in some terrible, silly and unnecessary accident. He's got 3 years left according to our predictions.
Raf (it probably came to my mind because I have been quite lucky lately. Things just seem to click together, despite the suffocation feelings I get now and then- that's why I love having the beach so close, I can go there and breathe as much sea air as I want, look as far as I can into the ocean, and just let go).
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