.There is not much left here: a wet blanket, a plie of dirty clothes, and our awe struck sense of wonder and dissidence under the main street bridge. If you paint the letters in red, or black, or anything. I will crouch down, I'll keep watch and I'll pull us out of this mess that we're in. This is mo.
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