nada
| What if today was your "last" day, Rachel, or this week was your "last" week, and heaven had 10,000 angels waiting to serenade you, dancers waiting to dance with you, and reporters waiting to interview you? Is there a grudge you'd still hold? Something you'd still regret? An unhappy memory that would matter more than forever and ever? Nada, baby - |
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