oh well, you've got me under your spell, and i don't think that i'm kidding around. i don't think i can forget you now. i once sat up on my roof and examined the planning of my town. i saw the structured grid and pavement cutting through grass and i remembered the cold of winter running up the legs of my pants. i picked the nicest lawn and imagined
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