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Juju, I understand. You're upset, confused, angry. Inside, you are filled with rage, merely b/c you are an Arkansan. It's like a stain on your soul. You wish you could change it all...you even tell all your friends at school that you're from Dallas. You dream for the day that you and your wife can walk hand in hand across the Arkansas state line and never look back.
Go ahead juju...let that hurt out...we're listening.
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