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In one of my past lives (from the 1930s) I was a thug. I was having an affair with my bosses wife and he knew about it. That morning I left my building after a message on a brick came through my kitchen window (sorry forgot what that said) I met my boss in the street. He had a job for me and told me to kill his wife. I loved her and had to decide what to do because if I didn't kill her, I was to be killed. I left New York City on the run and headed out west.
The phobia I have is New York City. I never want to go there even though I don't have any logical explanation except for that past life regression.
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