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Apr 2020
When you catch me and help me, even if it's something as simple as giving me water. I'm a give you what I've got to offer. People forget  what it's like to help or forget what's it's like to be helped. We all need each other, for better or worse. I have a new family, we laugh, we talk ****. But in the end we help each other. That's all that matters in the end. To be able to look each other in the eye and know that no ones going to be let down. Love you family. To the very little I've got left, hope to increase it soon. One day bubba
Nellie 55
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Nellie 55  28/M/Minnesota
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