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January 28
Thinking about two days ago is like opening a pathway to a place that you don't want to be discovered. The approach to the threshold of the imagined building is like plucking nests from trees without a reasonable purpose.
For most of the times when I have placed Uncle Max in a difficult situation where he can't do anything but succumb to my will, I feel like I am to be blamed for all of it. Uncle Max can be authoritative sometimes but he respects my decision on a lot of issues. I appreciate him for doing that. I know that I have to do something to make him know that I am grateful for everything he has done for me. But what can I do? Tell me! I am listening!
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Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger February 7
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Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger February 10
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