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So I am sure you are wondering about this. Well, I am open to tell a story about my friend, General Abrams. The time when he and I met.
General was for sure a slick, good-looking, tough kind of guy. He is a true product of his environment growing up in Chateau Gardens.
The man walked through his share of wrong doors searching for his valley of gold. Some of those doors took a toll on his life, leading him down some disastrous paths. One even lead him to...
I was able to lead him out, place him back on a better path, and help him find himself. That allowed him to turn to a more fruitful and self-defining one. Still, my friend had to scramble over some searing hot rocks to find his way to the right door, the valley he sought.
Once he stepped through that door, all the pieces fell into place. All my friend hoped to achieve became available. The life he knew he was supposed to live hugged him like a coated wind.
I can't take all of the credit, just most. I am such a humble little fella. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my story about my friend, General Abrams. You might see me one day on one of those paths. I would appreciate you tipping your hat to me, the monkey chocolate. One of my friends might be able to guide you down the right path as well.
Love forever,
Your Buddy, Monkey Chocolate
PS. Don't forget to read my story.
So I am sure you are wondering about this. Well, I am open to tell a story about my friend, General Abrams. The time when he and I met.
General was for sure a slick, good-looking, tough kind of guy. He is a true product of his environment growing up in Chateau Gardens.
The man walked through his share of wrong doors searching for his valley of gold. Some of those doors took a toll on his life, leading him down some disastrous paths. One even lead him to...
I was able to lead him out, place him back on a better path, and help him find himself. That allowed him to turn to a more fruitful and self-defining one. Still, my friend had to scramble over some searing hot rocks to find his way to the right door, the valley he sought.
Once he stepped through that door, all the pieces fell into place. All my friend hoped to achieve became available. The life he knew he was supposed to live hugged him like a coated wind.
I can't take all of the credit, just most. I am such a humble little fella. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my story about my friend, General Abrams. You might see me one day on one of those paths. I would appreciate you tipping your hat to me, the monkey chocolate. One of my friends might be able to guide you down the right path as well.
Love forever,
Your Buddy, Monkey Chocolate
PS. Don't forget to read my story.