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Maybe, I am not a writer 
to you, but to Aristotle and to myself, I am. 
I don't want to be anyone's secret or source of embarrassment, anymore. Or pain. Which is not to say, I don't enjoy writing things that shove it right in their face. Anyone. You can, you do, too. No worries - we're all still breathing. Word(s.) Maybe, I am not a writer to you, but to Aristotle and to myself, I am. I don't want to be anyone's secret or source of embarrassment, anymore. Or pain. Which is not to say, I don't enjoy writing things that shove it right in their face. Anyone. You can, you do, too. No worries - we're all still breathing. Word(s.)
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