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  "textContent": "I had no reservations about Jarrod when Mark introduced him as a “friend.” For many months after that, the three of us met up a few times a week almost always at shows. We were in our mid-20s with voracious appetites for music. We had an ear to the ground on local bands and flavor of the week indie rockers. There was never a lack of options.",
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