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i never thanked the man who saved my life. I still smell the tobacco and hear the noise his beard made against my face as though the books beside him would never speak again. I like to think just being here is thanks enough.
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Apr 25, 2011
Apr 25, 2011 at 12:44 PM UTC
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i never thanked the man who saved my life. I still smell the tobacco and hear the noise his beard made against my face as though the books beside him would never speak again. I like to think just being here is thanks enough.
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hannah-johnson
American
Apr 25, 2011
Apr 25, 2011 at 12:44 PM UTC
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