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never mind. another day in pointland. with the lost trees and traffic the air smells of exhaust. you know, so you don't want to breathe too deep, but heck, you gotta breathe, and then your frontal lobe gets numb. but his stage is struck, and the protesters returned to their precarious homes in the precarious real estate zone. you're lucky you live on the water. are you going somewhere nice for winter?
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