Dear Italy, yo trains sketch. It’s just past 11pm and my face is melting off. Cut the sweltering nonsense. Irritated, Nicole
Subplot - Jack Butler Accident or the gods, Processes busy about their own directions Touch you, transform you. I found myself Six feet tall, Dressed in coachman’s piping, a whip coiled In my right hand—and in my stomach The same half-digested cricket. Oh, I remembered—the rat still crouching In my brand-new brain, and I could almost Twitch my nonexistent whiskers. Far below, I saw the bricks...
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cut and run free I could still make it it´s only a little after six no one´s here yet I have the train ticket I am waiting for my cousin to come down from his room so we can catch the train to the south of France, but all I can think about is getting on any train to anywhere i´d run out of money almost instantly i´d have nowhere to stay i´d be gone.
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