Adam, who lived in a conversation by himself, hallucinated quite a bit that he was an amazing front man, That was just his fever talking and he slowly went back to being sick. He was without his hat and his bangs kept hitting him in the eye. His scraggly excuse for a beard was growing rapidly, and was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. While in
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"out, out"?
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and then i realized it was you.
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that is actually a really creepy poem (out out)
and I like your writing Alex, I guess it sortof is similar except Frost wrote about Vermont which is the bomb
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