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| oh the demon haunted world. you can face the demons and sometimes they prove to be phantoms, or so puny a little righteous anger quiets them. like that bastard on your street who despises your freedom with the leash. one of those this morning did not yap. his little rep yapped and he fussed, but he said nothing and i said see, it's so simple, we pass, we pass on. and the guy who scorned me for letting ian harshly instruct his pup, he smiled the next time and allowed my dog to approach. now the demon obomba with his spies and drones is a cat of another color, but we have to start somewhere. |
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