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People Come To New York To Be Different, But I Go To Starbucks To Be The Same.

I Want To Believe There Is A Somebody Out There For Me. I Want To Believe That I Exist To Be There For That Somebody.

I've Always Been Sort Of A Closet Sci-fi Geek.

One Of The Failures Of Cellular Communication Is That Tiredness Often Comes Across As Sadness.

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