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Nate's imagination is very specific and detailed - he is becoming quite the storyteller.


...if a bit morbid. But considerate of Acouster to let Nate know that he had died.

Incidentally, Acouster lived in Vermont and relocated to New Hampshire just before his death.


That surprised me, because we have several neighborhoods of state streets in the "Denver Metro Area." They're usually alphabetical though, and probably don't always get to Wyoming. ...indeed, one can live in Denver for decades and never get to Wyoming except to buy fireworks.

Anyway, maybe it was on nearby W. Wyoming Place? http://maps.google.com/maps?client=firefox-a&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&hl=en&tab=wl


Wow Nate! Sorry to hear about Acouster though.

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