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Short Face Bear
Mayor of the Second Grade.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
From bones.
We stayed at a hotel, in a psychic town, that claimed
to be haunted, where once inside, we were all lulled
into immediate sleep, and I awoke, haunted by the
surety that I had wasted my life, and these words:
this is what a ghost is.
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