Recently, a wise man said, "When otherwise sedentary objects become projectiles, it's time to stop." Or as he later quipped, "When shit starts to fly, it's time to say goodbye."
I'm 26. This is an important lesson I learned when I was 25. It's a lesson I never thought I'd confront.
But then I gathered my things, and walked out.
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"If it's in the air, get outta there."
"When it goes flyin', you must stop tryin'."
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