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Jul 2018
She says your not good with money.

I agree.

She says these books can not feed us.

I disagree.

I say they feed my mind and that's all I need.
And that I am sorry that you're not hungry.

She says I want a house.

I say we have a roof.

She says I want a big white house with a red door.

I say I have a hammock and a tent and a red sharpie.

She said goodbye.

I went back to reading my meal.
Brandon Conway
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Brandon Conway  31/M/SC
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