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Like brushwork, clairess. It reminds me of an old man I once knew who came to this country as a boy with 5 dollars in his pocket, no familiarity with the english language and a phone number on a slip of paper as his only contact. He arrived at the train station in Indianapolis, called the number and waited there for a day and a half until he was picked up to be driven to Louisville. He worked, sent money home, saved some, started a family and eventually a business of his own.
I know this isn't the same guy. It might be his cousin back in the old country.
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