|But I have questions for-you.
Pain or shouldered goods.
Dress stains for one hundred dollars.
Masks behind the hoods.
|A bus, a townhouse and a ground level apartment.
Unfolding more beautifully than a quest.
And the storms within were the storms without.
Who could have ever guessed.
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