My mom is 102 and living that long is a curse not a blessing. All she can do is eat, sleep and poop and even that not very well. Our lives are more like a prison in hell.
Out in the citrus hills near Lake Wales, there is a stretch of quiet road where gravity seems to take the afternoon off. Pull your car up to...
My mom is 102 and living that long is a curse not a blessing. All she can do is eat, sleep and poop and even that not very well. Our lives are more like a prison in hell.
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