Dear, I love your life, in a way that I am glad it's not mine but glad that it exists. Here's to the luck, to the flow, and to things working out. I'm around newark and always there if ya want me.
I'll be up around late next week, I think, to visit an old friend, give me your cell again and I'll give you a call when I know when I'll be there :) Itd be great to see you.
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You know, after falling into the water, off a banister, off the floor, and so on.
Seriously, all you need is a newspaper and you could be Hunter S. Thompson.
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