I was reading a magazine. The article of a guy who admitted to murder. I wanted to know more and curious where he ends up. Last week my friend gave birth. Admiration to her for all she endured. No desire for kids right now, however I have a new found respect for her. My back pack has material items, but those items have personal meaning to me. It's not just a pen, it's MY pen. Emotional and curious.
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