KOTOR has me in its iron-jawed grasp. I cannot escape. No turning back. I can only proceed forward and hope that I will escape relatively unscathed.
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It began as a way to whine about life issues, turned into a double whine with a new hubby, and now is a whine about moving across 3 states to begin life anew in Texas.
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