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Street light rays. There is only the slightest of pauses. By bicycle or by foot. The phone only has to ring once. It's a damp two forty-five am. Summer Sweat. At arm's length I tear. Insomniac some citizens alike. Chain guard is lacking. It's a damn fine two forty-five. Pantleg's caught. You can't be thrown clear. When you're attached to the distaster.
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