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Thinking about it my old name was I am Twenty Five, which - again with the brain engagement - I actually was.
I don't know that you were throughout, though; I think you're at least two years older than I, and you still had it when I was twenty-five. Maybe.
I am any name with the letters f-a-l-c-o-n in them; also, briefly and perhaps somewhat embarrassingly I attempt to play up third world credentials with 'I am the African' and most recently went with the 'Is it fascistic? I don't know, hope not' German translation of 'The Falcon'. |
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