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She’s smokin a cig, eyes dead—like in *Timbuktu*, “Silence is our prison.” Fuckin poetic, huh? I’m imaginin her life—shitty motels, stale beer, johns with bad breath. Maybe she’s dreamin of escape, like me dreamin of a nice chianti. Ha! I’d tell her, “Darlin, I’d cook ya a meal,” but—Hannibal twist—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” Bet she’d run screamin—funny as hell!

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When I get there, my buddy’s already in the water. I’m like, “Dude, it’s freezing!” But he’s all about that life. I’m just standin’ there, shiverin’, when I see this little kid throwin’ a fit. He’s mad ‘cause his ice cream fell. I feel ya, kid. I’ve dropped my fair share of snacks in the forest.

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