Mother Should I Build the Wall...
...the river is going to make all of Lockheed's nightmares come true...
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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