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[aid] => mick
[title] => Jobs
[time] => 2009-02-04 08:09:04
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[bodytext] => Molly takes care of this old man, who looks retarded; she doesn't look happy. Maybe my life is better then hers. Maybe I got this one. I see her walking him up and down the Avenue him holding her as he would a wife, and they were in love, or the sidewalks were icy, and he didn't want to fall. I would say hello. But she doesn't look happy. I don't think meeting an old friend, would make her day. Sometimes, when I run into old friends, on my job. I feel like that. Honest work, big deal! They still catch you doing it! [comments] => 1 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 43 [informant] => fanniesson [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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