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| This is Becky. I don't even know her anymore or remember anything about her. For all I know, she could be dead or have had a sex change. But her importance is this: She is the one who asked me to write a poem and "ice cream" was the first poem I wrote after a long period of avoiding such. Since that poem, I've put more effort into what I write and how much I try to write. | ||||||||||||
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