lest I be unable to keep track of what has happened in my life. Back when I wrote poetry and lyrics, it wasn't hard to keep track, I didn't need a journal, I could just go back over what I had written, and BANG! there it was in black and white (or off white, damned coffee stains). Only one or two other carbon based sentient beings could
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(The party, not the car show.)
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