A bunch of people sent me this story by a B-52 pilot who was going to commit suicide out of guilt for bombing Vietnamese, but a beautiful woman saved his life by having coffee with him. Well, it didn’t happen. They never met. This is poorly written fiction. I met you in the rain on…
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