Justin and Beth were all over their mother, smiling and laughing and she laughed with them. Then Justin actually looked at his mom's face and got very...quiet.I put my hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry son, those bruises and the swelling will go away very soon. Your mom's going to be okay." I waited until the kids had a chance to say hello and walked over to the wheel chair."Hi Mrs. Reynolds, I'm Sam Gerard," I introduced myself with a smile. "I coach Justin's baseball team and I guess you could. The dish was pride of wife, made the dish which was delicious that day, and waited for friend whom husband prepared. And husband drinking was beer, Sake, wine, whiskey.The friend of the husband whom a husband brought was a common gentleman.His height is about the same as a husband.But it was to have felt only a nose to be very big.The friend of the husband ate the dish which wife cooked and said many times that it was delicious.Wife was glad very much.The friend of a husband and the husband. The end came in the form of two text message; the first was "I'm sorry" and the second was "I don't want to do this anymore." I received these two messages while I was working as a dishwasher at a local restaurant and being 18, I was crushed. I showed the texts to some the college-aged waitresses I worked with and our manager that was on that night. I got a lot of hugs and condolences during that shift. The bartender even slid a beer my way, it was a dark beer and it started the love I have for. If Hillary wins, I’ll want to celebrate and if Trump wins, I’ll need some consolation of the horizontal kind. Throw in some booze, some great food, and some Netflix to get politics off the brain for the rest of the night. You get the idea. Or maybe some porn. We’ll see,” Sandra said as she made out with me and we downed our milkshakes completely before tossing the cups.“That we will, dear. That we will,” I agreed with a kiss to her lips one last time before going back in to carry out my civic.