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| My friend, Dave. He is a street poet. He fascinates me. |
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| I was really excited when I walked past and he was using the typewriter I found for him. He is writing a book about his life. |
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| Lovers in the park. I spied on them a little. |
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| Piss Hole |
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| Parkade stairwell. |
