iamthechampion
Bucket, bucket, bucket.....
Where for art thou bucket?
HERE BUCKET-BUCKET-BUCKET!
He came in with his dirty overalls smelling like sweat and dirt. He sat on the bed sighed.
"Honey, I'm home, you awake?" He turned to her, his rough hands gently touching her shoulder. He knew. She wasn't awake.
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