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- kima and sasha
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- blue shoes
- the unseen
- what i want
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- go south
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- youth
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- possibly happy
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- before hand
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- my valentine
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- bronzed sneakers
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- maybe
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- infinity
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- first day at school
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- carrots are carrots
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- the five stages of happiness
- finding a niche
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters, with humor and pathos, emotional complaints of the soul and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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