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- ck
- I qualify in a broad range of 20-somethings, in a city that holds a bulging population of like minds. On an unnamable threshold, I continue to mourn the old man and make the conventional mistakes of the inexperienced, the utterly ill prepared.
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I've tried to call you a few times. Where are you birdy, darling? Hope things are well.
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