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I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.

and the fake qualifier

bro i read nothing in my life

barren land

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

like first name

i dont understand magnetisation