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When I was little I used to walk around and tell everyone about my future. I used to want to work at dunkin donuts because I loved donuts. I always wanted to be a mail man as well so I could drive around with one door but only at work because I never wanted to own a car. I knew that cars were bad for the environment so I would tell everyone that I will never get a car and that I will forever use a bike to get everywhere and anywhere no matter how far. I hated wearing clothes and I didn't know how to stop talking. I asked questions even talked to strangers asking random questions. I've always tried to learn new things from everyone. I never stressed about anything because I knew my future. Now I know for sure what I'm going to be when I'm thirty five. I know where I will be and where I'm going. 

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