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  1. Hello!
    It's a very good friend you used to have, a friend Who went to rehab and never called you again, I am still sober and in ct a ways away from Baltimore lol, I hope all is well I just wanted to let you know I'm still alive and coming up on six months totally sober!

  2. I know who you are and I am so happy to hear that you are six months sober! That's amazing, and if anyone could do it, you could, because you are and always will be a strong motherfucker. I'm still in VA and all is alright. Email me or something! Our conversations were some of my greatest inspiration. Good Luck to you (even though you don't need it!)


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