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his jaw crawed and tobacco drippeddown his chinhis face settled on the neon lightsreflected inhis face settled on the neon lightsreflected inred firecracker it don't explodethere's a picture in his mind passed downand it feels like going homecalculates all the cash he makesat happy hourtwo bullet holes took the bestsuit he ownestwo bullet holes took the bestsuit he ownesred firecracker it don't explodethere's a picture in his mind passed downand it feels like going homequicksand all around the manthat history
I suppose there's a better wayto calm him down
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