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People come to me for exclamations. Don't under stand what they say. This is the age of intuition. Things look a little different every day I have a little trouble. To keep on getting angry with t
People come to me for exclamations. Don't under stand what they say. This is the age of intuition. Things look a little different every day I have a little trouble. To keep on getting angry with t