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Dec 2013
Max
Sat down next to this seven year old kid named Max.
He could play a couple songs on the piano, it astounded me
He then sung to me one of his songs that he'd written.

He would ask questions like, "How can I fix this?" -
as he pointed to the bottom of a handrail that shifted with weight.

I sat with him a while, and he made me want a child.
He made me want to bring a being into being.
dylan gene napolitan
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dylan gene napolitan  Frenchtown, NJ
(Frenchtown, NJ)   
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