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had no mother, and had lately lost her father also, which left her no home but this with her great-aunts. She had been with them onlya week, and, though the.

After that little rage moment, I need a breather. I hit up the Gotsucho Museum of Art. It’s got some sick exhibits. I’m checkin’ out this piece that’s just a giant tree stump. I’m like, “Yo, I could’ve made that!” But then I realize it’s all about perspective. Art is wild, man.