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I live in the gap of generations. I can embrace one but I don't know how. I am too old but I am too young, I am too experienced but I haven't lived yet. Where do I go?
Dear Mr. Trump, The art of the deal? Well I can see the appeal. But the things that you spout- I can't beleive that they're real. It's like being first in mario kart, and then slipping on a peel.