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Written By bombomtox on Saturday, October 27 | 11:53 PM
I couldn't remember his name and then it hit me...RAY JOHNSON, RAY JOHNSON, RAY JOHNSON...how could I have forgotten his name? He is my favorite. I won't forget again.
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