Friday, July 6, 2018
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I hardly can remember being 18. I have drifted through my life without much care or concern, not overly ambitious, but enough to slightly excel at what I do.
Books will not be ridden of me and if I were to write one myself no one would read it. But I've realized like my ancestors before me who lived their lives and didn't leave much of a mark on the world around them, but did in their own families, I will probably do much the same.
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