[ hey, network! on the screen is . . . well, you see right. it's a large pile of horns. bicycle horns. to make a pile like that, that's a lot of fucking horns. who the fuck keeps so many horns . . . anyway, at the moment it's just chilling there, silent as ever on a hardwood apartment floor, until there's speeding footsteps getting louder, closer
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