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INTERMISSION Downstairs, a sniff, and Piss the shit off of Porcelain. Ha! I'm not an employee! Said Defiantly. Where were we? I see! Oh, that's interesting But that's not at all fascinating. ACK! Why are you alive? Die. Why yes, I'd like another, please. A ten point swing. Where were we? A furtive glance. Come downstairs. I was just there! Please! Come downstairs. A click. A sniff. Rough chapped lips. Tension subsides. Two - no, three! Fingers in and a hard earned sigh. And the deed is cheap, An unwritten special, with wings, And Pale Ale. You leave and you call: "Tell me how you feel!" "No, tell me how you really feel!" "Tell me anything! SAY ANYTHING!" "PICK UP!" Please pick up. What a loss. But what a game!
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