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Ever since I signed the contract for deed on a 2-bedroom rambler in Fridley at the age of 24, I've wished I lived in Minneapolis.
It was a random decision, I was being blackmailed and I couldn't get out of it. I either had to sign the paper or get a job with the Post Office. It's complicated and not worth going into.
I'm settled now, in my Graceland estate but someday, I'd like to hear more airplane noise.
Any jabs at Minneapolis are purely out of envy. I've always thought that Minneapolis meant the whole glump anyway.
6:13 AM
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