There once was a man named Peter. He felt that he led a mostly charmed life, and that he had life figured out completely at age 35. He drove a fairly fancy car, and he lived in a nicely decorated house situated in a very trendy neighborhood. Just far enough away from the bohemian types on Poet’s Row, and a short jog to the upscale shopping
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He does need help
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