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no sir, that was not a compliment, i don't have any money. just leave me for the dogs & save us both. from these heights. like a vagrant falling asleep in a tunnel. waking encased in glass. nervous hands sifting through the sand. each little grain another bolt fallen short. the auctioneer awaits with an eager eye. i'll fuck that socket like an eager fratboy. lets gut these rodents and wear them like gauntlets.

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