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My name is Steve and I am the fifth born in a family of eight. Seven of us are boys. Although we grew up middle class, we where the poorest on the street. My brothers quickly excelled in mechanical ability. We could make what those lily-ass neighbors couldn't buy. All found items could be transformed into a newer, better entity. So to me most everything has value or a transvalue. I and only I will stroll the aisles of the flea market and see the ordinary become 'other'. It's my gift and my curse, it is the chasten bones of high drama. Get a life.
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