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May 2015
I could use someone to count on, as it is I can always count on you to let me down.
so accurate you could set your watch by it.
I'm not sure friends are what they're meant to be, I look at echoed memories of old friends and think to myself: **** they sure don't make 'em like they used to - maybe they never did.
David Crum
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David Crum  detroit
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   Keva Minus
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