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Dec 2017
I’m not supposed to live in this city. "But where to?", I ask the moon at night. He laughs and then smiles directly at me. Shining his bright light upon my acne-ridden face." Don’t cry, my child", the moon says..."for the universe has a path of certainty for you and I will light the way."
Stewie
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Stewie  32/F/Tampa, FL
(32/F/Tampa, FL)   
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