Things

Do things get worse before they get better? I know, I know, I know....Things get worse, then worser still. You glimpse sunshine, but no, it’s just your medication.  Then things get worse, worse, worser, worst, before finally leveling off. And that’s the new norm. And things are better, because they could be worse.  And the answer is B. Detroit
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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