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Embarrassed on family spike

I climbed up the ladder inside my cell every day to the little square opening high above.

It was dawn when I crept inside his room.

every morning began with the short trip across the village to the baker.

Dale dropped the roach in an empty beercan, blew dopesmoke at his laptop screen and typed:

The Scientist was attempting to occupy his time.

A fever torched the city.

Music plays. There is a calm atonal reverb.

“when I was 11 my best friend got suspended from school because he brought his lucky Third Reich 1937 Hindenburg coin to show and tell

The anarchists meant well with their bohemia of random
beds to overthrow the street with bleary salons;