This is who raised me. The City. I lived in this park as a child. The man in the truck would bring me lunch after a long day of playing. I knew every store owner, shop keeper and homeless person. I knew where to get free painters caps, who to ask for slices of pizza or what shop owner thought we stole. I was here all day. I think this qualifies for someone who was really important in my life
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