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I once lived in a basement apartment on a millionth street in Manhattan. I’d just finished work and was daydreaming of being home, changing my clothes into something a little more comfortable — like sweat pants, a t-shirt — and winding down over some variety of Dogfish Head beer and a Dominoes extra cheese and pepperoni pizza with my fiancé. 387 more words
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For you, O Lord, are my hope,
my trust, O Lord, from my youth.
Upon you I have leaned from before my birth;
you are he who took me from my mother’s womb.