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The car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides and a dark wind blows. The government is corrupt and we're on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn. We are trapped in the belly of this horrible feminist bookstore And the bookstore is bleeding to death.
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# ¿ Oct 2, 2016 13:19 |
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