returning like a wayward puppy, dragging tail and all. coughing up a dream of a dream (and so on and so forth), spitting out the quarters he ate because he wouldn't do it himself. I keep lists. This is important in determining what kind of person I am. (add emphasis to that, though I don't care on which syllables or words.) Sixteen hours later
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