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Something really bad was happening
Older than me, but not old
My feelings were complicated
I knew I should have said goodbye at least
Do you think I’m rude?
Gone fishin’
I was beginning to see everything as a mathematical form
They drifted along, changing shapes, with the golden sunlight on them
Some background checking is required
Certainly he’s very devoted and kind
Holding still can sometimes prove more effective than actively searching
I still had hope
I don’t think she had any friends
Being there was what made sense
It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood
I became one of those guys you never see
It just reminds you of the fragility of everything
He thought he should dress for the job
She viewed them with amusement
Nothing very strange in that
I’ll be home late. Get some sleep.
The plumbing in the mansion was breaking up
You a pitiful case if ever I see one
One never knows quite whom or what to trust
The creation of a new moment
What in the world are you doing?
Forgive me for running off like that
Did you have any luck? Not a bit
Sorry, I was trying to avoid someone
We live in a city of (rough) approximations
They were waiting for me at the end of the line
I’m happy to be here with you
Does the combination mean anything to you?
I hate it when corpses go walkabout
It was like some bizarre work of art
I know what to look for now, of course
The fastest thing on the road
I can be alert and stoned. I’m adaptable
How on earth can you be this jolly?
What happened to love and harmony, man?
There was so much I didn’t understand
Something beneath the ground was attempting to dig upwards
Tomorrow seems as good a day as any
It makes sense to me
Everything might get back to the way it was
Do you think I’m hero material?
All the jokes had already been used up over that one
Little by little, the sounds dwindled and died
I had forgotten how much a new beard itches
It was a long walk to the far end of the hall

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