What a dismal site after the night of Friday the XIII! No one had called each other. Prayers had been said, but not answered. How does this happen? I'd keep trying so I'd be sanctified. Drivers on highways tried to deny the fact they could hit or kill each other. Call me crazy for wishy washy remarks.
I'm sorry to say when I have bad luck, I don't start rumors about kids, people playing by their own rules or goals. Bare with me, you wouldn't want to fall into these traps of computer hackers, goofballs and more unwelcome guests tomorrow.