football spring "game." this is where my hopes for a nice picture go when i walk in this stadium... the worst place to shoot in the big 12. congrats, cornhuskers, on being the best at something.
Matt bought the house on Archer Avenue in the winter of his thirty-fifth year. Over the next decade, he and his wife had three children and then they separated. They were never legally divorced.
Virtually all memory of the brilliance of Matt had been erased by two decades of betrayal, failure and disaster.
Matt died tragically rescuing his family from the wreckage of a destroyed sinking battleship.
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