I was born in a dusty house on Flicker Street in the City. My mother was assisted by my brother, Oliver, who was only three at the time. My father was busy playing Carrom with the boys from work and wouldn't learn of my existence for another 72 hours.
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Hey Duster!!!
Rebel to the end, you are. Glad to see you are still among the writing!
Your ole HBM still luvs ya!
Keep the FAith, YO!
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