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Getawayhe's a stoic collection of things-- raw mud-christened grit half-covers his face, eyes that flush radiance out like a car's engine in a city swelter,Getaway
a steady jaw latched shut from years
of breaking falls and a bar.
no one comes, he doesn't sell booze or place out peanut baskets-- no olives, no darts -- just dusty bottles along shelves in a basement and a television flicker for sports or a comforting glow
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EL OH EL
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EVERYONE GOES INTO FUCKING ROBOT MODE AND SAYS THE SAME BULLSHIT OVER AND OVER
<bewareofthesnowman>but i thought i could fake it with strangers!
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EL OH EL
srsly
for butsecks and manluv
and cause hazzy's comin
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EVERYONE GOES INTO FUCKING ROBOT MODE AND SAYS THE SAME BULLSHIT OVER AND OVER
<bewareofthesnowman>but i thought i could fake it with strangers!
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EVERYONE GOES INTO FUCKING ROBOT MODE AND SAYS THE SAME BULLSHIT OVER AND OVER
<bewareofthesnowman>but i thought i could fake it with strangers!
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unplug thephone.stop all the taps.itall comes flooding back.from poisoned cloud to poisoned dwarf>>what a nastydulkbhs SurprisE.the wormsll come for you big boots
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EVERYONE GOES INTO FUCKING ROBOT MODE AND SAYS THE SAME BULLSHIT OVER AND OVER
<bewareofthesnowman>but i thought i could fake it with strangers!
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