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I received my scrapbook as a gift from my mother
when I was fifteen. I was leaving Chicago to
travel the world. She told me to use it to
keep track of everyone I met along the way. I
have met some memorable people in my time, to say
the least. Now, times are different and this
computer has taken on a life of its own. I
have decided to move my adventures here, to Keyhole,
and share a little slice of my life. |
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