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This is a story about me Ivan Loesch,

I was born June 28, 1978 at toms
river memorial hospital to Debbie and
Mark Loesch. My cousin Steve
Fisher was born in the same room a
couple of hours earlier, I have many
memories of him he is still alive in
fact. I was born in toms river New
Jersey and I went home to brookeville
New Jersey, I remember hearing the
near by church bells a couple times a
week back then we would go usually
at that time my family was relatively
small just my older sister Maggie, me,
my mom, and dad that was over a
quater century ago.

Now probably brookeville is a little
more built up, it was a small farm
town then Maggie had little pony I
believe as a little girl we also had a
few chickens, two pigs pork chop,
and ham hock and my father used
to garden. When I was three
we moved to waretown a former
hunting lodge, my mother used to
be a part of co-op shabop once a
month they would deliver all natural
foods. In Waretown I met Jason he
was our neighbor, Maggie and I set
booby traps for his cousin Heidi
because we didn't like her she may
have been our babysitter. I started
kindergarden in Waretown with
Steven my cousin the teacher
reported to my mother that I
tended to father him helping him with
homework and spelling. I could have
done that to show off because I was
like that, I may have heared my
parents talking or been at my
aunts and conversations came up.
I didn't want to percieved as a
dumb ass only interested in playing
as I suspected, I wanted to show
my parents that I was worth
something. I have always been
affraid of failure, I felt I was set up
for failure without ever having a real
chance of achieving anything of
merit. Without having money or
some other elements of what I
perceived at the time to be luxurious,
houses, cars and wives I thought my
chances of creating an acceptable
life for myself were virtually
non-existent. I wanted to be
something impressive, something that
ladies would want in their lives. Before
I may have had a slightly better
appearance being all ambulatory, but I
did not have much of this intellect
which I hope serves me well.

On June 26 1985 my mother gave birth
to another sister Johanna, two days
before my birthday. When I was ten, in
1988 while in eagleswood township
elementary riding a bicycle in front of my
former house on stafford forge road, I
was hit by an employee of atlantic
electric a company of southern ocean
county speeding on his way to work.
The time was about 8:00am. and I was
riding my sisters old bike at the time
because I had probably gotten sand
into the gears of mine riding in
Frenchies pit behind my house. At
some time it was an active sand pit
possibly owned by a resident of Long
Beach Island, that extracted soil from
the suface and sold it but that is alot of
speculation most likely it was a
collection ground for various sands.
The land did appear to have been raped
there was a sand collection that I called
sugar sand hill because it appeared to be
designated for beach sand and dirt roads
around the perimeter, there were a
couple eroded portions of sand along the
dirt roads of this scattered pine forest
maze. It really was a cool place, I
eventually planted sapplings along the
exterior entrances to the pit from the
roads to prevent dumping. In sixth
grade I was in the annual eagleswood
elementary christmas play, I tossed
candy canes at the local dignitaries as
a practical joke eagleswood township
actually donated some of that pit to my
family.

 

 

So
at approx. 8:00am I heared my
schoolbus driving down Stafford
Forge rd, it was named because of
an iron mill possibly for collecting bog
iron and manufacturing cast iron pots.
The iron mill was operational around
the turn of the century I believe, it may
also have been more militaristic in
nature with the waren grove bombing
range near by. Merely turning around
to head to the bus stop believing I had
the right of way and the driver would
yield to me, that driver did not yield
hitting me sending me as high as the
telephone wires. One of the only eye
witnesses was a classmate a mile
and a half up the road. I missed much
of the fifth grade, I conciously
resurfaced around mid december 1988.
Steve got me to laugh, it was not much
of a laugh in retrospect very slow and
drawn out looking back on the event it
seems frightening. At that point I
was at A. I. Dupont a childrens hospital
in wilmington Delaware, well initially
following the injury I was taken to
Southern Ocean County Hospital a
couple miles from my former house.
Once there the doctors knew that my
condition was too unstable for that
hospital, I was air lifted to cooper
medical center in Camden New
Jersey where they are better equipped.
I was there for about two months
receiving treatment for a mild TBI, as
my case was classified as. I remember
trying desperately to impress the young
physical therapy students at Dupont in
early 1989, I knew not much could be
said for my physical performance, so I
improvised focussing much of my
attention instead on conjuring up a
comment that would show mental
clarity.

I just wanted to
fit in so I made it up, I couldn't rely
on much actual knowledge so I
based a lot of my thoughts on gut
instincts. Saying that much of
modern music had originated
from indian chants, because a song
was playing on the radio that had a
very simplistic almost indian
sounding chant. Later it seems my
psychologist when I was at Dupont
a lady named Jane Crawley told
my parents I had remarkable mental
health. She
actually
gave me much control in determining my
own medications such as a caffeine type
drug Cylert I think. It now seems I had
some extrasensory guidance in the
months prior to my head injury.

Mas o menos it's not all bad, however I
was one of the lucky ones I largely
retained my mental capacity. Most brain
injuries are too much to handle, further
debilitating the victim. In victimology many
brain injuries disrupt the seat of learning in
the brain the frontal lobes around the
temple, in my injury the frontal lobes largely
escaped damage with much of the
disruption occuring in the back of the head
an area known as the cerebellum that
controls intricate movements. One
advantage to this debacle was my young
age another may have been my mental
readiness. In human psychology at times of
stress the chemical adrenaline is released in
the brain, preparing the body for the fight or
flight response it was this response that
saved me. So by the time my brain injury
manifested I had known to be prepared
for anything, listen if I wanted to wither and
die I could have relatively unscathed but the
element of human compassion outweighs
death in my opinion. I felt that I had been
cheated out of a life, I wanted to fight back or
die trying the military appealed to me. Most
of the games that I played out in the pit were
based on military operations, Ambush
was a militaristic game in which we would
form teams as military units and all run
around with mock guns throwing pine cones
at each other in place of grenades. That game
may have influenced my young psyche, by
providing the stress that would ultimately
save my life. Before my injury it must have
been in waretown but at about four I threw
empty beer bottles at traffic with Maggie and
Jason. High school was not very legitimate I
was in with many slackers the classwork was
geared toward them, it was amusing the
downside was I was virtually ostracized by the
other kids in my class and it pretty much
ruined my college aspirations. I graduated
from Pinelands Regional Highschool in 1998
two years late in my opinion, and a couple of
weeks later I came to Beechwood. It is a
division of woods services in Langhorne Pa.
Last year I was very much interested in
ghosts and hauntings it may be a cyclical
thing around halloween every year I get all
psyched for the holiday, for halloween in 1989
I was a tank to compensate for the
cumbersome new wheelchair. Though the
Beechwood manor is pretty old. I traced the
historical events of the manor I believed it a
haunted house not really more for shits and
giggles to impress a cute girl at the local
7-eleven to Beechwood. I learned Langhorne
was a stop on the underground railroad
attributed to President Abraham Lincoln, get
this the Parry House one of the specific
buildings used on the underground railroad is
on maple ave so is Beechwood. It is falsely
claimed that the Beechwood manor was used
as a building on the underground railroad, the
local historical society had virtually no
information on it. So I went to library and that
is where I drew on some of that architectural
knowledge, asking about the architect and the
standard architecture of that period. It turns
out the Beechwood manor was around during that
period in time, I do not believe it was used though
there are some architectural features of the
Beechwood manor suggesting that it is possible
that it was intended to be a stop on the
underground railroad.
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I met Vince in 1995 when he and my father
came to liberate me from Lakeview Neurorehab
in effingham falls new hampshire, no that is
mean spirited the program was nice but it
attracted delinquent clients. I fought with most of
the boys there, one night the staff were doing
laundry and they started a fire we had to go to the
female building they let me stay there for a couple
days. In new hampshire the state motto is live
free or die, I assume Lakeview was a feature of
that motto. It appears woods services in Attleboro
Pa as it was called in the 1920s when Mollie Woods
moved her organization then called the woods
schools for learning disabled children from
Roslyn near Philadelphia Pa, the mansion she
used as the original seat of woods services
still stands it now houses Bella Tori restaurant
a fine place on Bellevue ave. Beechwood
where I live is a more pleasing location than a
standard instition as a college, though there is a
campus it is almost exclusively geared for the
more involved individuals. I occupy some of my
time hanging out with Cori, we have coffee
together it is fun and I can imagine that she also
derives some benefit. The time with Cori is
undoubtedly one of the best things to happen to
me, the ongoing conversations that we share
profoundly influence my character. We have
Excelso colombian coffee. it is extremely high
grade grown at high altitudes on the volcanic
slopes of colombia. The weak stimulant effect
of caffeine is addictive to brain injuries and
people in general, for me the coffee time with
Cori is the ultimate way of life. My team
meeting is approaching, the results of which may
help shape my destiny for the next six
months. ` Brain injury in my case was both a
curse and a blessing, the knowledge I gained
from experiencing such a physically destabilizing
injury more profoundly affected my characteristics
than anything I could have learned through other
means. I do know my coffee, my favorite is
colombian Excelso some people say it is too
strong but I love it. So much, that I bought a few
espresso machines and I make espresso from the
excelso bean it really is supreme espresso.

Vince was a major part of teenage life, we
walked out in the pit behind my house for hours
and this was after my injury. My activities before
my brain injury were evident to me at least that I
was to powerful for a mere steel rod to support my
actively growing spinal collumn I was initially
opposed to the suggestion of the Alfred I. DuPont
doctors that they would wire a surgical steel rod to
my spine and somehow that would hold. My
parents convinced me to enable the proceedure I
was only seventeen at the time, my former home
health aide let me fall but it was my dumb ass that
wanted to go to the bathroom all upright. I wasn't
used to the loosely fitted added weight of the
surgical steel rod attached to my spine it felt very
strange almost alien and being from the jersey
pines, UFO sightings are all to common. I may
have seen lights from towers in southern ocean
county reacting with the many gases of our
atmosphere signaling movement or some other
completely explainable event. Vince and I
walked, or we trekked through the woods out to
Warren Grove near my house I even remember
walking along side 539 in the woods. There are
dirt roads back there, we also followed the trail for
miles out behind Stafford Forge state park but it
started getting too swampy possibly near mayetta
and we turned back it was getting dark and I had
a little homework. My teachers were pretty cool
they let me do some work on a computer disk, it
was extremely difficult for them to check the work
from the disk it worked out beautifully.

In school my crushes may have also been out of
my league, one day I think one of the prettiest
girls in my class who I had a major crush on
Danielle tried to ask me to go to her senior prom
if it were allowed to happen it may have been
mean spirited. My aide at the time wouldn't have
it however Danielle was a picture perfect italian
girl, I love italian girls like Toni she was a major
part of my life I met her at Dupont an italian girl
that went to a couple proms with me. I believe
that Danielle may not have had a date to the
prom, or had been recently dumped oh well she
was cute and Carol didn't let me talk to her I did
not like Carol much after that. I remember a girl
named Heleen, in Salenas and Samanthas class
those girls said they came over one day but I didn't
hear them I may have been out in the pit with
Vince. They were both nicely put together,
regarding Heleen I could have known her from
Eagleswood or maybe she saw me somewhere
because she was pretty affectionate I believe.

My first memories of Mema nicknamed by my
sister Maggie, her real name was Carol I
remember she lived in Barnegat new jersey. I
also remember the hurricane house in
Barnegat, it was a little store with food ice
cream and penny candy that little shop was a
childs dream. It was styled as a 1950's cafe,
it may have been nifty fifties predecessor. My
little brother Mark has had a tough childhood
being undoubtedly overshadowed by his older
brother being basically killed by a car at a
young age. My cousins thought I would be ok
I was a powerful kid I used to play baseball,
nothing major just around the yard but I could
really hit the ball. My cousins were taken out of
school, there was some sentiment that they
were lucky however the seriousness of my
injury began to sink in says my cousin Steve
when he saw the shape I was in I was a
bloody mess. Somehow a pretty substantial
gash was torn in my leg, both my ankles
broken and probably the most profound injury
was my left eye socket was shattered from
being thrown for many yards and falling on the
asphault. I used to make mud pits with my
cousins that my uncle Steve jokingly but very
appropriately named master disaster I was
fascinated by making canals a series of water
ways and turning on the hose and watching the
erosion. I was pretty into natural disasters,
examining them trying to learn from them I
knew that something of natural consequence
was going to befall me it was inevitable.

Survivers
guilt while it may not be the most appropriate
term it bears resemblance to the very grim reality
imposed on me. I played soccer at pinelands
when I was young but did not stick around I do
not believe I liked it. I rermember a little kid
named Corie real or imagined, he was always
crying or a real pain I can’t remember. My
imagination was very active as a kid
as with most children, I remember having an
imaginary friend chief eagle eye I remember
being almost guided by him. I felt that something
bad was on my horizen, I did not know exactly
where or when this would happen but I knew it
would be a disaster. I remember being really
interested in pee-wee herman but more for shits
and giggles, every Saturday morning I watched
that show I went out to thrift stores and got the
outfit of pee-wee herman, and family hemmed it
and I dressed up as pee-wee for Halloween
knowing that it pissed my sister off I had a pretty
good sense of humer. I was interested in
Indians while living in west creek because it had a
great sand pit for playing in. Also, Barnegat had a
rock and gem shop that sparked my interest as a
young boy I can remember collecting stones that I
termed beauty rocks they were polished stones
they looked very valuable. That is probably why I
mistook the cap to a banister for a nice hunk of
amber. I had named certain places in the retired
sandpit behind our house, poly-wog pond was a
big one, it was a crater in the pit that was usually
filled with rain water drawing the local wildlife such
as frogs and turtles the frogs and toads would lay
their eggs in it so it was usually filled with
poly-wogs and tadpoles.

I believe I made a tee-pee with Susan out in the
field by her house, or maybe I was asked to help
her make a tee-pee I remember watching the
movie rainman for the first time there. Later, after
my injury I also remember watching the disturbing
movie King there. Before my injury I remember
walking down trails near Susans, we spent a lot of
time with her and her sister Siobhan because we
all went to a place called new school. What it was
was an actual school run out of a private home in
southern new jersey, I believe the family
associated with the new school got in trouble for
practicing witchcraft. They had a daughter Alison,
who at times pretended to be Annabel I thought it
was innocent then though she was 19 but whatever.
She actually developed little crushes on some of the
boys, it was beautiful I can remember being in the
dark with Annabel at a parent teacher conference
and my young imagination going wild in all new
school was pretty cool. I can remember doing some
young architects program at Stockton state college
with a new school buddy.

Actually Siobhan said something about me saving her
from drowning in poly-wog pond one winter that it froze
and we were all playing on it. Apparently the ice
started to crack and Siobhan fell in, she says I jumped
in after her and I carried her back to my house. If that
memory is embellished I don’t know but if she says
that happened who am I to disagree, I want to believe
it happened, if you could see her you would know why
dark hair and cute as a button. I should probably
elaborate on the pit where I spent much time before my
injury, I had names for most of the features out there I
was mapping it out like NASA, I don’t really remember
too well but I think some were real places. In Waretown
my sister and I had a little cubbard with vinegar and
baking soda, I remember feeling all grown up
experimenting with that stuff I believe it was like 1982.
My brother Mark had been born march 21, 1981 so he
was a baby at this time. I believe we then took up
residence at some friends house I didn't know her but
apparently myparents did. I was about five at the time I
think, I remember watching action news with my dad
during this short period it may have only been a week or
less. By the time we moved to west creek I was in first
grade, I attended first grade in the annex building
somewhere around Parkertown new jersey some of my
former classmates were Kelly, Holly, Mary, Tom, Shawn,
Robbie and Kenyon. There were probably more but I
forget them, I can remember them well.

Dave a friend from Jersey actually went to turkey, he
was taking German in school my school didn't offer a
German course but it did enable me to learn a little
spanish. In that class was Joanna a cute girl from
Puerto Rico, was teaching me some fun spanish I
liked her. Another place of learning for me is the local
sandwich joint they speak spanish and italian, however I
am able to go down to Texas and sometimes I meet
people down there and can speak a little spanish with
them it's fun. I can sort of speak a little Spanish German
French and Italian. This accident enabled me to
appreciate more of the beauty in life I don't want to be
scathed by science however my brain injury is an
example of that. My unscathed approach to life, makes
me I feel a better person more wholly intact now I have
sound intelligence to offer because what I have learned
can not be taught. The mere humility of regaining
consciousness only to realize how fragile life is, having to
re-explore the primal phases of life re-exposure to
diapers was completely mortifying, My coping skills as a
kid may have lacked much intelligence however I knew
my gig was over fleeting memories of concerned voices,
familiar smells, and the residual pain from my injuries its
a wonderful period of my life. If I had not been so
mentally ready, it is likely forget likely it is very probable
that the nerve impulses carrying messages of pain from
my wounds would have overwhelmed my young brain
causing cardiac arrest and I would have perished in that
hospital room. I was not up for leaving the pain of my
young existance, I had too many good points to my life I
was going to fight this injury off. Just as I had done
boxing with Robbie on the sugar sand hill near poly-wog
pond based on the professional fighting we had heared
of. Steve Robertiello I believe lives in Waretown now I
wonder what happened to little Heather she was one of
my first crushes from kindergarden my cousin Steve may
still remember her he was there. Jason did when I saw
him about 15 years ago, I remember she was cute dark
hair. I don't remember much else about her I have been
out of the loop for a while in Beechwood. At Beechwood
there is a team of people vying to promote rehabilitation it
is very nice, I don't exactly see it as rehabilitation more
co-habilitation and we gain in our ability to become
self-sufficient, but what ever it is called that's fine. I have
lived in an upper level unit in the progressive rehabilitation
program of Beechwood for about a decade the team is
only human I am probably too entertaining says Denise the
manager of my unit client functioning is gaged in terms of
independence. However Beechwood is a very fun
program, they actually allow me to go around speaking on
brain injury. Nothing major I have just done some grammer
schools, but most recently I got an opportunity to speak at a
college for some students at Jefferson that was fun.
Perhaps I should seek the ability, to speak at psychology
related classes it may be interesting. I had one psychology
class in high school I did pretty well because I understand
psychology. If I am to go speak on psychology it would
probably be advantageous to the students, but above all it
could be advantageous to me.

Brain injury is not what it is defined as in the science
books, in fact there is no definition brain injuries can manifest
themselves in very ugly ways. Brain cells regularly regenerate
however through a scientific process called apoptosis, that
means programmed cell death but don't be confused by the
definition the brain recycles cells. In fact every cell in the brain
is recycled in about a week, a nerve cell is infinately more
complex however. I"d say brain injury is nothing more than an
adaptation to a change in the biorhythms, the physical
alterations are just the collateral damage modifying activity may
affect brain injury. Circadian rhythms or daily rhythms from latin,
are compromised if I could modify my daily rhythms I'd hence
adapt the manifestation of my brain injury. My injury was very
profound it changed my whole outlook on life, before I wanted to
be a major league baseball player that architecture deal was not
my idea. During my supernatural research escapades I was
always at the library or looking for information online regarding
the local haunts of Langhorne. Architecture came up and I knew
a little about it. I looked back in time to see if there were ever
any active haunts, my findings were that there were a couple
hokey reports of phantoms but nothing ever manifested. There
are stories indicating a house that I have been to has had some
ghostly activity in the past, but upon questioning the owner it
turned out to be some freak disturbance in the electrical field.
Like hypnosis not working on really intelligent people ghostly may
run along the same lines. I have been to a physical therapy class
at Jefferson university, to try and offer my experience of being hit
by a car to the three female students that worked with me at
Beechwood.

Before my injury I remember pushing my cousins around for
hours on a little black batman car we had found in the trash, we
also would collect old items from the pit which in the past had
served as a dump for the area there were old beer bottles, and
old guns and things. That bothered me because I liked nature,
and I opposed to the dumping. only pines and a few other trees
grew there and I wanted to get back into farming so my parents got
me a few chickens for west creek. We were out in the pit
searching for treasures all the time, the purported Amber that I
mentioned may actually have been amber because it forms from
fossilized sap and there were copious amounts of sap out there.
I loved the shiny appearance of polished stones, they looked like
jewels and of course I was into jewels. I now equate a lot of my
previous activities to the movie the goonies, though I never had any
contact with pirates I was always looking for treasures. From new
school I also knew of an indian lady, with three half mexican kids I
can remember doing some electrical work in their basement with
my dad before my injury and holding my breath because it smelled
weird in their house. They would eat what I perceived at that time
to be very strange dirty foods. Snapping turtle soup comes to mind,
I had only known snappers to lurk out in bogs and swamps as
violent scavengers I did not know that they were edible. I also met a
small family that lived in ocean city New Jersey, I first watched the
movie stand by me at their house I can remember even then thinking
that the big sister Jen was very hot. I went back to ocean city after
my injury I remember a rollercoaster ride, and being all pressed up
against a former female aide it is a lovely memory. In ocean city I
remember standing on a vibratory plate, believing that may be good
for me.

There were a few home health aides that I got
a kick out of, one of the first home health aides was a girl named
Sonja I found her very nice and so did my family. Over the years I
had a bunch of home health aides, some would take me to their
houses and treat me very lovingly I miss that element of life. I can
remember watching the movie dances with wolves with one of my
favorite home health aides Julie, she was very nice to me I miss
her specifically. Another cool female aide taught me that shits and
giggles saying, I can remember playing a fun computer game Kings
Quest there it asked questions about the obscure movie the hobbit I
had seen it before my injury but did not really remember it. We
rented it and saw the scene that was specified in the game, that
game was very cool we had fun. Back to Julie I had sexual
feelings toward her, it was not childs play she brought me to her
house, I wish something else could have happened between us.

The burns, I always am burning myself once after my accident
in new jersey I was with a home health aide taking me in her
car to see Willie Nelson at samsclub in atlantic city at
something my mom helped plan, I got her to stop at Burger
King to get me a coffee and she sped away and the coffee
spilled right on my lap I got 2nd and 3rd degree burns on my
genetals that hurt we fired her after that. I may have only actually
got to know three or four of the ladies, but I fell in love with some of
them. Now at Beechwood I started the coffee klatsch years ago,
but it was drifting toward a Beechwood therapy type situation, and that
was not what I wanted so I stopped it. But when Cori came and
expressed an interest I brought the coffee klatsch out of retirement I
was still having coffee but not socially now we have coffee together
usually one or two times a week after three before she leaves for
home she is my case manager. For a while there I was into scientology,
I soon lost interest and the church of scientology would not leave me
alone Sarah my former case manager and I called them to get them off
my back. This friday Cori should resume our little thing la cosa nostra,
for two weeks we have been in a regrouping phase what ever that
means. I buy a high grade colombian coffee, and I was considering
rejecting her for not adopting more love like the soup nazi from Seinfeld.
My aunt and uncle live near Al Capones distillery in bayville New Jersey,
so I believe that underscores my fascination with the mob I am no
longer too interested in that. Now, I am primarily interested in my
future, Beechwood provided me the opportunity to live in style
without the fears of not being able to pay the bills. I remember
pushing that batman car for miles, I remember being very tired a
condition similar to being brain injured I imagine. Running back
there, I remember using all of my young energy and just
flopping to drive the car further eventually collapsing on the firm
groud unable to move for a few minutes, that exhausted feeling I
had during this time I feel was similar to paralysis. I would push my
cousins my brother and whoever else wanted a ride, at ten I could
have passed for thirteen during that time I felt about thirteen. I
remember walking down Forge road about a mile to my friend
Shawns, he had four or five brothers I remember on the way home
people stopped their car around me and I was stunned I didn't
know these people I talked a little to them and they expressed an
urgency I thought they were crazy I ran home. There was even a
path to the eaglesnest a private airfield, when my brother took me
there a couple years ago it was all overgrown, but in like 1987 it
was active I believe I recall going there through the woods and
waiting for the landing of an aircraft with a friend and his father the
plane never landed however. My mother apparently called the
police because I remember being brought home by the police.

Before my injury I was also very much interested in money, I worked
out a deal with the clay-bird shooters in the pit they used to pay me
and my friends 25 cents each for whole clay-birds. My brother and I
would roll the coins that my dad would collect on his dresser,
sometimes we could go to ocean city with the profits. My fascination
with jewels was I knew that they had value. In 1988 a couple weeks
before my injury, me and my cousin Steve were trying to sell baseball
cards at the folk festival somewhere around central New Jersey I
think. We did not profit as much as we had hoped, and then there
was a comedian at folk fest 88 who was mocking me in particular. Me,
Steve Fisher, and I believe Steve Robertiello were heckling him I must
have said something something really playful because he told his
audience to run me over in their car. Now it is possible, but not very
likely that either consciously or sub-consciously that comedian
influenced the driver who hit me. Experience is now the driving force
behind my life, I still feel largely cheated out of some of the perks of
this existence. My sexual activities I'm sure by many other peoples
standards, were only fleeting instances of eroticism real or imagined.

After I was hit by the car
the local fire department had a benefit pancake breakfast, and
I missed I would have enjoyed it I love pancakes. That was
then and this is now, immediately following my injury well after I
awoke from my coma some classmates dropped off a tape at
my parents it would have probably been too traumatizing for
them to see a classmate all bandaged up, however they had
made me a christmas tape while they were still uncertain if I
would make it. Denise is another asset of my Beechwood
existence, at times we go out to local Philadelphia attractions
with her daughter her mother and her sister that is another
lovely aspect of living at 589. If I were to be relocated to this
apartment program, it would mean sacrificing that I would still
have technical affiliation with Corinne but it may be a pain for
Denise because I would no longer be under her care at 589.

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