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I cannot afford the
luxuries of romance, would rather
breakdance
than waltz in a suit. I
find passion in fruit. I
relish the sound of
an open door, my Chucks
slapping sidewalks in the
bruised black night.
I don't need
electricity
to prove I've got light.
-- i.p. ebert, may 2010

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