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Anyways, I’m chattin her up, tryin not to seem green. “What’s yer story, doll?” She shrugs, says, “Ran from a shit dad.” Kinda broke my heart—reminded me of Sam sayin, “I’m on your side,” to Suzy. These streets, they’re full of runaways, ya know? Little known thing—some prossies keep diaries, scribblin secrets ‘bout johns. Wild, right?

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My mom and grandparents all stayed on a bit, / trying to make friendly through condolence'. Published at the web's largest poetry site.

So, I finally get to the studio on HaRishonim Street. I’m all flustered, and my coffee’s spilling everywhere. Ugh! I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” But then, I walk in, and my buddy Eli’s blasting this sick track. I’m talking goosebumps, man! It’s like he read my mind.

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