I went down the stairs; I went up the stairs. I went down the stairs. I went down the stairs and I miss dinner. I sat down. I watched something intricate that was never eaten. I mentioned to a rhinoceros. I mentioned to a city you had become. You thought I said you make the city look good. It was weird that O'Neill was alluded to, even in a misunderstanding. I miss Sasha/Electra. I miss Freddy. I miss Ionesco. Thank you-- for bringing that pistol. And without justice. And with first names being the same. Without promise of reality.
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