Buzz saws, bass lines I've heard 1,000 times. The cutting whine increases. The young mothers cover children's ears. Why not the eyes? Cold sweat, followed by coffee leave sand barren cafeteria trays. Another young mother, most on their way. Groans file stupidity. A disdain for ink tasted only among modern man's paradigm. Decapitation lies
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