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flight was home; my innocence was lost, fuck the fight, fuck the scenery, just get me there. Nothing mattered anymore, I was dead inside.
As I am writing this to you, my dog Sammy is lying next to me licking my arm, my two children are playing in the backyard, and I am on my back watching the clouds. Sammy made that happen.
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