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she. raises her voice and drifts away. and now i sigh. sit back and meander. through the often hazy. predictably crazy. you and i.
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At the deer processing plant...hmm, can you say horror film?
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we sat. we stayed. we drank. we played. goodbye.
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a wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw, delivered him wings...
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indulge me a vent -- pacing the room, waving my hands in all directions, speaking to the ceiling - punctuated with strong words. restlessness....
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