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Sep 2013
My friend Frank asked how my
day was and it was fine: I
finally trimmed my finger
nails; he looked at me funny.

I don’t cut them frequently
but I cut them enough it’s
not like I’m some sort of freak.
X A V I E R
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X A V I E R  29/M/New York, New York
(29/M/New York, New York)   
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