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Exert From Molly's JournalWhen I met him, there was nothing more to my world than earning my next meal by playing the ego of a drunken frat boy before demolishing his thoughts of walking out with me on his arm. "Why?" one would ask...The answer was a simple one. A girl had to eat. You see my story is one like many others of young women coming to city in search of fame and fortune. Like so many other artist, however, I was a starving one. It's not easy for an artist to make a name for herself and live from day to day with a full belly. Many things had come my way. I picked up waiting tabExert From Molly's Journal
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You are stronger and wiser and braver than anyone ...
But you are also a very sad person ...
Because even when you open your eyes, they reveal no truth at all.
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Quien se angustia antes de tiempo, se angustia demasiado.
(Seneca)
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....I hope a squirrell dropkicks you...
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Be careful... It's dumb out there.
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....I hope a squirrell dropkicks you...
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