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Right now I'm in the suburbs of Cracktown, SC. Columbia is to crackheads what Munchkinland is to... well munchkins. Sophie, my schnauzer puppy is trying to figure out what a cat is while trying to get up the courage to investigate. I'm in my brother's study with model soldiers from various wars all over the world, and a dedicated shrine type thing to my late grandfather, a decorated WWII vet.
While I was buying smokes today, someone killed a spider and pissed me off. (Haunted <3 Spiders). I was tempted to tell them that killing spiders was bad luck and they would suffer greatly, but in Cracktown, that isn't wise. For once, I kept my mouth shut.
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By the time you're twenty-five they will say you've gone and blown it. By the time you're thirty-five I must confide you will have blown them all
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