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Maybe Marley was a real poet with a career, got a break, and didn't want to waste anymore time on us schmos.
I say to hell with him. He didn't list me among the girls, only gave reference to me smoking, which I still do. I've tried to quit seven hundred times and failed miserably seven hundred and seventy seven times. It's terrible. Anyway fuck him for only seeing that I smoke and not that I'm a woman.
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By the time you're twenty-five they will say you've gone and blown it. By the time you're thirty-five I must confide you will have blown them all
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