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I want to feel how i did that day. in the late nights of may. I striped of the meat of chickens. to barbque the meats. Then I removed the feets. I made good late night meals. My family loved it, It was a big deal. Since it was the only food we had. Since the day my father was blasted in Iraq. I dont want to tell you anymore. I dont want this pain to dwell in my core.
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skatersupreme
Loved the story myself.

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