A young Tim Null assumes all you need in life is paper, pen, Kleenex, and the ability to type. (No one bothered me in New York City, but the class ring on my hand was stolen from me in rural North Carolina.)
A young Tim Null assumes all you need in life is paper, pen, Kleenex, and the ability to type. (No one bothered me in New York City, but the class ring on my hand was stolen from me in rural North Carolina.)
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