NFP 215K... in line... no action...
...many spherical frequencies... path.... unknown... time to eat ramen noodle and vomit as I sit in the bath tub with the shower head on... sit like a woman violated... but without the trail of blood...
My Great Father and Mentor picked pieces of me off the Autumn Laden streets of Manhattan at the turn of the Millenium, and with unconditional love, he sewed and stitched endlessly till I reached a dynamic relative measure of perfection. I am now a Porcelain Doll named Lockheed HayHeeHoo Macedon with potent insight on macroeconomics.
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