I feel strange. Maybe it's just the booze...or the coffee...or both. Maybe it's my Liscence, this faux sense of freedom running through my veins. maybe it's the fact that I may have crushed a dear friend with the lifting of a viel of lies laid there by his girlfriend. Maybe I'm becoming invisible, or maybe I'm becoming visible. maybe it's Big
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