High noon, and my executioner trades death for a tormentor. The desolate, arid desert... I wander it aimlessly. I was foolish to come here. I don't know where I'm walking. No water, no food, did I want to die? Here, of all places? Will I make it back if I don't? Oh, right, I did. I hate the city bus. Stupid, stupid me. This is why I don't stray far
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