Some days I do think that: 1) I’d be better off without him (reasons can vary from forgetting to put away all the dirty dishes, plain stupidity to spending too much time at one or another soccer pitch) or 2) Life is really unfair that it didn’t let me bump in to Olof Mellberg back in the days, because we would have been the perfect match.
Or, it is like yesterday, when we sit together and laugh so hard we cry at James Fridmans hilarious twitter posts and then you realize that you couldn’t be better off.
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