Two Day BOJ, no clue what time decision... and one long hot summer...
...a boom here, a tit for tat there, another blast there... some body parts... some red... I think I'll just take a walk to the river...
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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