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Jul 2015
mom would start in on god so fiercely that we became preoccupied with doors.  we got to saying and I’m taking the baby with me at the close of anything said with passion.  by the time our speaking allowed for speaking parts, you’d think a cameraman had asked to use the bathroom.  father had his moments.  being thin is an adventure.  this egg has given me an idea for a different kind of chicken.  

agewise, I was closer to my parents than most of the kids I knew of.
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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