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At 25, I Have Already Begun to like Lou Rawls When I die you will find all my socks light blue, my pants bright green, my shoes nothing memorable, and you will describe me as having been daringly free of fashion. Even now my disinterest in scarves can be viewed as eccentric. When I die my manicured hands, which have always been plump and found keyboards necessary, will have a fine layer of dirt under their nails, and will be known for their slow and gentle touch. I have planted cosmos, asters. And, you'll remember the drag of my hips swaying with only necessary movement. When I die I will have just then, emerged. Completed at last, having added few originalities. 10 This is your legacy. When I die, I will wear the face of my mother, gladly. 11 ...

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