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When I graduated, I remember having the "what are you going to do next" conversation with my dad.
At that time, I said to him that I still had no idea what I wanted to be when I grew up. He told me that neither did he.
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Overhead, the Albatross hangs motionless upon the air,
And deep beneath the rolling waves,
In labyrinths of Coral Caves,
The Echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand;
And everthing is Green and Submarine
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