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Hello.

I’m sitting outside the building.

I felt like a truck for a second.

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He wears a brass ring on his

finger.

I play country songs.

The fields are dry.

The couch is red.

Someone wrote

“escapism and the one armed man”

and I can’t stop blinking.

I got aroused by the sight of a

cactus

but now I’m back.

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I’m back |||||||||||||

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Say.

… do you want to grow old

with me?