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		<aboutMe>I could tell you who I am defined by family and friends, education, jobs, or the social class I was born into, but that&apos;s not really me, so I won&apos;t. 
Who I am is a woman who&apos;s lived hard, loved much, and is trying to finally find herself at 50. I can be kind, thoughtful, empathetic, generous; a lover of books, poetry, flowers, classical music, and feminine dresses. I also can hold my own when drinking whiskey, bear numerous tattoo&apos;s, am quick with an obscene quip, love Harley&apos;s and the bikers who ride them, have a hard time turning down a party, get off on leather and wear combat boots when I ride. I&apos;m complicated and fit no stereotype. I can&apos;t be pigeon-holed. I like it that way.</aboutMe>
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