Espy
Wanderer
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#333
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Meanwhile, Dante, back at the table, gripped the counter hard, gritted his teeth, and tossed down his third Madras. Of. All. The. People. Who could show up! He growled, and, perhaps partly because of the alcohol, tossed the coinbag to Michael.
"I'll...be outside...if you want to find me. Roof. Don't wanna see that guy."
STONEWALL WAS A RIOT
Step in front of a runaway train
____Just to feel alive again
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Pushing forward through the night_____
Aching chest and blurry sight
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Posted 07-09-2011, 12:12 AM
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