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Jun 2019
When three of us come upon the narrow part of the sidewalk
I'll always drop behind you two. Three, four, or seven.
Always stay at the back of the group, count your group members and protect them, and yourself.
I love someone who dosen't question and just walks ahead of me-
but I'm still waiting for someone to let the other person go alone
and walk beside me.
West
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   Bogdan Dragos
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