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"we are only dust for art" - you think? (and if that's true, why do I want to keep my car? and if that's true, why do I want to move back to the land of the gold-white light, oranges, freeways? and if that's true, where's the romance they promised being broke and dusty on these New York City streets?)
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And, failing that, rely on me.
Love. J.
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