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August 19, 2005
Werey
Poor people, I feel bad making them worry (and I mean that in no egotistical way; it [worry-over] happens to the worst of us). I’ve been a recluse, holed-up and hiding, out of reach and contact collecting voicemails, emails, and paper-based mails.
Posted by peligrito at August 19, 2005 10:17 AM
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