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Apr 2014
He concentrated so hard you would've thought he was recreating the Mona Lisa
When he placed down the pen and handed me the piece of paper I got nervous even though all I had to do was read it later at home
I didn't...ignoring that thought was the best choice I had ever made.
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asg  24/F/chicago.
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