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I know my name. I can’t say this for sure because I’m not sure about it, but I believe I know exactly how I got this name. My father was a Vietnam vet; my father’s name is John Henry. He was born in a small town in Kentucky and lived there until he was 21. That’s when his family moved out to a ranch in Alabama. My mother was a nurse and spent most of her life at a hospital in New York. She always wore white.

My father was a Vietnam vet. I was a baby. My father was a Vietnam vet. I was born in a small town in Kentucky. I lived there until I was 21. Thats when my parents moved out to a home in Alabama. They both lived there until they were 60. I was born in a small town in Kentucky. I grew up there until I was 21. Thats when my parents moved out to a home in Alabama.

I’ll tell you that I’m not sure if I was born in a small town in Kentucky or a small town in Alabama. I don’t remember anything about my life before I was born. I was always so scared and so isolated. I was always afraid of what was going to happen. I was always so frightened. I didn’t even know my father. I didn’t even know my mother for the entire first year of my life.

The best way to describe a small town is a place that is small and relatively isolated. You know, like, the kind of place you get a lot of, like, solitude. Your parents couldnt get jobs. There was no television. You didnt have any friends. You didnt have a lot of money. You didnt get cars like other people. You didnt go to parties. You didnt go to bars. You didnt go out. You didnt go anywhere.

One of the things that I love about my childhood is that no matter what had happened to me, I was never alone. I had family. I had friends. I had houses. I had friends who stayed with me. I had my first car when I was ten. I had my first job at the age of twelve. I had my first girlfriend at sixteen. I had my first vacation at the age of seventeen. I had my first apartment at the age of eighteen.

I was not an orphan. I had family. I had friends. I had houses. I had friends who stayed with me. I had my first car when I was ten. I had my first job at the age of twelve. I had my first girlfriend at sixteen. I had my first vacation at the age of eighteen. I had my first apartment at the age of eighteen.

If I’m reading this right, they’ve been telling you this story for years. So you know that there is a story behind your name. But you don’t know where this story came from. Or how it got to you. So I’m going to ask you to step out of the story and take a look around you, because I’m pretty sure you don’t know where this story came from.

I know where it came from. In the late eighties, a couple of us were playing a poker game at the local pub. One of us was drunk enough that we played a twenty-one. Our game went all over the place, and our winning hand ended up being a twenty-one. I cant really remember what the hand was, but the next hand ended up being a twenty-one. But even though it was a winning hand, the next hand was a twenty-one.

We can’t believe this happened to us. We actually didn’t die. We were playing for a month and a half. It was a game we played for a year, then a year, then a month, then a year, then a month, just like in a poker game, we played for a few days, and then we went on to play a lot of other games for a couple months. And we were playing for a few years.

We’re no longer playing the game. We’re now playing the game of life.