say brave things
you think a

our new bugs

They'll go from here a little up-

ended. Whichever way the fog goes

they had it coming. A battery of

ends. There in disappointments or

in resenting our serious mentions.

Unbecoming a joke. I told you I'm

thus beat up. But you never got our

smashed bent and beautiful meeting.

You got no work to do. So creep.


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