This year started on a boat, off the coast of New Zealand, filled with drunken shenanigans, tuxedos and a serious hangover. It honestly doesn't feel like what has come since has took place within the same year.
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Thirty days have September,
April, June and November
February is alright,
It only rains from morning till night,
All the rest have thirty one,
Without a single day of sun
And if any month had thirty two,
They’d be bloody raining too!
– Anonymous, Kundasang War Memorial...
Allie watched as the piercing darkness of night creep over the distant hazy outline of the French coast, shooting towards him over the brown seaweed- ridden channel. He turned his head as the last seconds of sunlight tiptoed away, bidding their farewells to the white c...