25 pounds down. Is there any as horribly portentous as a New England suburb at 3 AM? The waking armies of coupons and toenail paint replaced by lurking eldritch daemons of street-brushing willows and hideaway hedges. I am constantly looking over my shoulder, although the frequency with which I have to stop to catch my breath makes me wonder why
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