Taylor
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I’ll tell you a short story. When i was little i ran around everywhere. I tried to find the books and crannies and the sewers and the tunnels for the creek and all over because I just knew there were folks down there crying because their parents were always fighting. So then i went and saw great gramps house in Rock Springs next to Green River. Anyway there was an Air Force jet and instead of police i realized I wanted wanted to do that, so my brother took over because when he was scared i stepped up to help him even though my street was called Arapahoe and Uinta. I don’t remember if i told you that.
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