Time had ceased to exist, or at least it had turned to slosh and seemed more
to be oozing along at a snail's pace than flowing smoothly as time would usual
usually tend to do. if i had found a raft, hhuck finn would have furned a cheek to
his hanky. He picked his pocket and felt for a buck. the light flickered in red and
blue holiness. the mufflers
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