At his age, he was confined to lay in front of the window and saw how the mailman left the mail and walked away smiling.
The end.
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- I started studying occultism and the tarot cards looking for clarity in my early 20s because I was going thru a dark time, and now in my 30s I use the experience, knowledge and abilities I gained with the cards to bring light and hope to the people in need, because I know what it's like!
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- 096 - The train-tracks.
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- 084 - Dehydrated of love.
- 083 - Madness.
- 082 - Ultraviolence.
- 081 - Pineapple Juice.
- 080 - At the end depression won.
- 079 - Life's solution.
- 078 - Creating monsters.
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