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Sunday, April 2, 2017
so long in privated territory, happens again
Stop saying 8 years! Say 4. Some hope-stuff. Whatever. bs.
Because, this all reminds we of being 17 and unable to imagine 21...
which obviously leads one to the conclusion they'll never live that long.
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