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As a teenager, I dreamed of becoming a car mechanic. Perhaps I should have become one, too. I learned to write in short-hand once, and have been seeking harmony in life ever since. I like faces very much. I love watching, drawing, photographing them. Working on a character, I tend to adopt his mimics, so it must be fun watching me. I dream of sitting with my computer on the terrace of a one-story house on the very seashore in some country with an average daily temperature of 84.2 degrees Fahrenheit. |
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