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“Deez-commentary” at lulu.com I'm still amused by the cinema yesterday. I'm not for chicks. I broke down 7-days a week + 219 women rejected me. That said, feminine essence appalls me. Too good for a junk driver? That's the best way to be my history. I was at 27 rejections when I asked God what do I do. He said avoid ejectors. Make them history. Then I realized He was helping me find the right 1. The junk I drove became a blessing that way. I bought all I could afford, but I couldn't afford the parts it needed. I was always penniless. Always working meant I had no time for homework. I'd tell Granny. She'd shrug oh well. I know she absolutely, absolutely, absolutely wanted me to ride the bus, absolutely. I was promised a vehicle then I was told it was all a dream at my 16th birthday. 219 rejections altered my tastes. Now I'm different than I was before the piece of junk. My thinking got rearranged. Now memoirs are my dream career. I had very many experiences. I had very many friends. My ambitions