Time passes and you realize it's not just about you laying in your run down apartment with a type-writer; somewhere out there, is a story. But...Jesus! How much time has passed, I ask myself, because the weather was still warm, the last time I had ventured outside. Now, there's angel shit all over my windows
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You found another box?!
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