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August 25, 2004 - 8:50 a.m. in five years i don't know where i will be living, nor where i will be working, nor what i will look like, nor with whom i will be, nor who i will be. - and i like that. - my mother tells me that i don't like change but i disagree i think i live for it i like to play the ship tossed by the sea. |