[text | location: scdp] strike another match, go start anew

[selfmadman]

A skyscraper vanishes. It's autumn-a painter's autumn, the leaves ablaze with color and wind whipping through the streets-the day Don takes the tram to Luthor Plaza and finds a misshapen warehouse with a banner announcing HAWAIIAN BBQ sagging over the entrance. He steps inside still anticipating lobby, elevators, a purposeful bustle. The greasy

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[biverbam]

Going is the process. It mashes.

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[selfmadman]

What?

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[biverbam]

Going. They go. Everything goes in pieces and nothing sticks.

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[selfmadman]

Did you know her?

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[biverbam]

Knew lots of people.

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[selfmadman]

Don't.

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[biverbam]

Can't not.

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[selfmadman]

Won't do any good.