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  • I remember sitting in the gutter in San Diego.

    In front of my house, there was the lawn, and then the sidewalk, and then this little patch of gravel and grass where water ran.

    I remember sitting there playing, feeling the water. And also feeling a little like I was doing something bad, since I was so far from the house and so close to the road.
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