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[byweavinglives]

Family, family, family.

Is that what people are looking for?

Hello, and welcome to the City. Don't touch the cars, unless you're paying. The cars, they don't want to be touched. Ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous, I want to eatThis is an odd place. To spew in visitors and spew them back out. It's like it wants people to be upset when they see

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[fifty_eggs]

Do you want to be upset?

[byweavinglives]

I might.

[fifty_eggs]

I'm developing a theory that most women do.

[byweavinglives]

And why is that?

[fifty_eggs]

Your guess is as good as mine.

[byweavinglives]

Then what does your theory entail?

[fifty_eggs]

That good girls like bad boys because they like boys that are bad for them. That every beginning is in aching anticipation of the agony of its end. Hopeless romantics thrive on hopelessness, not romanticism. All hearts come pre-broken, just waiting for the right smile to crack.

[byweavinglives]

And how about women who aren't interested in anything beyond dinner and a movie?

[fifty_eggs]

Mythical creatures. Or bound to be saved and shriveled by their own innocent souls.

[byweavinglives]

Women only interested in sex?

[fifty_eggs]

Heartlessness is just another kind of heartbreak.

[byweavinglives]

Poetic.

[fifty_eggs]

I'll put it in a song, if I remember when I come down.

[byweavinglives]

What are you on?

[fifty_eggs]

This place counts as a high on its own.

[byweavinglives]

Somehow I doubt it.