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Feb 2020
The clock scratches its way to 11 pm.
I'm deep in my cups and celebrate.
I'll wander into bed and dream of the
lovers and enemies I slayed in their time.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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