.Eight hundred miles for you.
Eight hundred miles for me.
What can I say?
It's not so hapless.
It's not so harsh.
I can take it.
So I sit on the porch and I listen to traffic.
I read the paper.
This is water.
This is wood.
This is your living room.
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