Two more years, and I can close the doors, like it would make any difference.

The doors to some paths of life are shut for a reason.

The only certainty in life, is death which is itself shrouded in uncertainty.

Death sucks.

And Death itself will be the last to die.

The last thing you want to do is upset someone.

Bend like a Reed in the wind.

This isn’t like last time.

Time just seems to go on and on.

I need to move on.

I don’t need it but I want it.

She didn't want this life of crime, but beggars can't be choosers.

I didn't ask for this, so why am I being given it?

She was beaming over the thoughtful gift she had just been given.

As the rain finally began to pour from the sky into the parched earth, the people watched from their homes as they were given the gift of a second chance.

The would-be burglars, in their last moments watched the owner pick up a machete...smiling.

Their first mistake was to bring the wrong pair of shoes, for they had forgotten to check the weather.

The weather was utterly perfect, and just the right temperature for a picnic.

The perfect plan, setup and equipment...and all they do is rob a bank.

Sure the payoff was good, but it was the setup of the prank she enjoyed the most.