The crickets and the rust-beetles scuttled among the nettles of the sage thicket. "Vámonos, amigos," he whispered, and threw the busted leather flintcraw over the loose weave of the saddlecock. And they rode on in the friscalating dusklight.

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Does anyone want to watch the Royal Tenebaums with me soon? I really want to see it right now.

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[facist_panties]

now everyone knows that custard died at little bighorn. but what my book pre-supposes is... maybe he didn't?