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It’s sad to see them staring wistfully through the window when the door isn’t locked.
Isaac Marion
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Isaac Marion
Age: 42
Born: 1981
Born: December 30
Music Journalist
Novelist
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Seattle
Washington
Locked
Staring
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Doors
Wistfully
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