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	<title>Comments on: Day 134: Paradise Theatre Overhaul</title>
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		<title>By: Day 135: Too Much Time on My Hands : 1000 Days</title>
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		<description>[...] Originally here. I&#8217;m really in my office. Thirty-four floors above the 16th Street Mall in downtown Denver, Colorado. I feel as if I am in a Polaroid from the 70&#8217;s. The blues faded, the reds indistinct, and the blacks turned a sickly green. The &#8220;Welcome Back Kotter&#8221; t-shirt I&#8217;m wearing is an iron-on and the collar isn&#8217;t the same color as the shirt. I have on that first round of Nikes: blue with a yellow trademark. For some reason I am on a wall. I&#8217;m twelve, but the look on my face is veteran. I&#8217;ve been effected by what I&#8217;m seeing, but I don&#8217;t care. [...]</description>
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