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Monday, January 18, 2010
#62 - J.W.
I met you when you were 9 months pregnant, drinking a beer and smoking a cigarette. There's so many horrors in your past that I can never bring myself to judge you. I think it's remarkable that you get out of bed every morning, honestly.
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