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You were a vision see at the local dump. A goddess amongst all of the refuse. The stench took my breath away, but you gave it back like some life giving source. You appeared to be throwing away your life of hoarding with all of the stuff you had brought, an area in my life that I need help with. Would you be willing to tell me how you did that? Of course, I'd rather meet at Starbucks this time.
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