And rang the last of the 12 strokes, he began a new year, and taking stock of his life he realized that was not the life she had planned. But doing an introspection of the how, the when, the Who, and why of lived he concluded that he had always done what he wanted, without impositions of others, regardless of the dogmas of faith or social convention, and this is what many crave, long, and its purpose for next year ...
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