We waited all night to hear the story, how the two stupidest kids could come to glory. The doctor always said we had bad bones. They were having such a good one. I’m sorry for being sorry. That cause of anxiety is wasting all our minds. This should never have been a crime. They locked up our fathers for twenty. Now they limit our culture to fridays. You had to work four jobs and use two phones, but the drugstore still ends up with all our money.
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There's still people writing letters with feathers. I could write novels and letter excerpts about the hope of humanity to this. Coordinates of words seeping from the wind. _nliketheletter