One day last week, I was in the wrong place at the right time. I stumbled upon a big bag of weed, a loaded 9mm handgun and a dead guy laying in the alley.
A couple of days later, I was in the right place at the wrong time. We had meatloaf for dinner at my parents' place. I hate meatloaf.
I should have been there for lunch because my mother made grilled cheese sandwiches and I love grilled cheese sandwiches.
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