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Jan 2015
sisters,

I am standing in my dream house with a fork from my real.  my best friend is overseas shooting lame the animals of those who eat his religion.  on the lam from white flight, my brother is holed up in an apartment blocking for a staged photograph of a fake baby that shrieks as if it’s on location.
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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