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leaving here on a midnight run my energy nervous for no reason i think about the free breakfast that will probably be the nastiest thing i ever ate i am walking the floor over the next set of plans when the next day comes, my eyes are heavier than a working man's graveyard plans yet and still a drive on inspired by the next anecdote and the next listening ear arriving there on a midday monorail

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Book: Shattered Sighs