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hi, sir. ms. gervin gave me the heads up on all of this a while ago. i’m sorry i’ve not read any of your stuff until now. i hope it all gets better one day soon. take care of yourself and know that, though we’ve not spoken in years, i always saw you as a friend in our youth. good luck to you, sir. write me if you have the chance.
- will
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Sometimes I hate living in Tennessee: http://bit.ly/a21hxA - posted on 26/07/2010 17:46:06is just now leaving yuppie hell. - posted on 23/07/2010 13:36:45Fundamental differences of opinion regarding professional engagement can create a fun little hellstorm. - posted on 22/07/2010 20:06:48When you don't answer my text messages, I'm afraid they found (one of) the bodies. - posted on 22/07/2010 16:59:45