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he was examining cigars. through the not locked glass box.
one of them later on the uncomfortable roof as in lawn chairs side by side they sat he smoked and she was saying everything disgusts me considering if it was too loud. lemme try it she said and sucked tentatively the spitsoaked end looking somewhat similar to a spasticated hormonally unbalanced junkie fish. it was all so fantastically boring they decided to count to six thousand. after that they were at a loss. why they didn't just count to seven or eight thousand remains unknown. at this time they are experiencing dusk and lung diseases, tattered peanut butter scented hands, separation anxiety, whispering in your ear as you feebly attempt to dance to come on Eileen, oh I swear (unintelligible), at this moment it begins to fall to pieces of something of which you remain unable to think, you mean everything to me. |