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How often does a man sit quietly in the tram, on the way home, reading a story about his approaching death? How fast does that tram spin him and on how many sides will it turn, until it will perfectly fit the sluggish time left to pass? Im thinking about that man with a rebel watch, who's imminent dissapearence made him whisper the prettiest line ever told about flours. If u dont know what man im talking about,then i give you three clues: Stranger.than.fiction.
(P.S. They came pre-smoked.)
(P.S. They came pre-smoked.)