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I have a chest full of some of my favorite outfits, and sometimes I wear them around my apartment.
Most of them are older than anyone on here. I have my old sailing clothes, what I wore while in China, the clothes I wore when I fled Italy, and the outfit I wore while fighting in America, among a few other treasured outfits.
I also have leather pants and a leather jacket in there from the 80’s, and I do wear those around quite frequently. They are among my favorites.
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Growing up in Italy, I speak Italian. After all these years, it is very messy. I have gotten too used to speaking English. I have a bad habit of mixing languages when I get excited.
I also learned enough French, Spanish, and Chinese to get around decently in their respective countries of origin. Chinese, I found, was the hardest, and I was very good and saying the completely wrong thing to someone, usually something rather nasty to some poor woman. After the amount of aching cheeks, I have yet to go back to China after my first stay.
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The point in time when my body was slowly aging, my hair grew very slowly as well. I did not have to get it cut or shave as often as most, so I never thought of it.
As a result of this, when my body stopped changing all together, my hair had become about shoulder length, and I had a bit of scruff on my face. I have tried shaving it a few times to no avail; it always grows back before I’m done cleaning up.
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I have tried almost every drug there is and was from my time period to yours. Seeing as they would have no ill effects on my body, I figured the experience was something to try.
My favorite is a toss up between Chinese imported opium and LSD.
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