I can't be bothered writing anything constructive in this section of my profile anymore.. because really, no one views the about section.. So here's a short story about a bridge.
Once upon a time there was this giant bridge named Betty. Every night he would go for a long walk down the street, feeling very unhappy with himself, he was lonely, and had no idea what to do.. all he wanted was answers, a way in which to achieve his goals, but everywhere he wandered, nothing was to be found.
Now, there were bridges around, but they tended to keep to themselves and let people and even vehicles just walk right over them, but Betty, he was different, he wanted to make a stand.
"No longer shall
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