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It was quiet this evening. Too quiet. "Yo, where'd everybody go?"
" Cause I smell fried chicken and corn bread mixed with
revenge for all the
Munchkins that were also squished by that American bitch's falling house. No one cared about them, only that goddamned witch. Well, anyway, I'd better start
applying this oil on my
buttocks and humming quitely to myself a song about naked angels in a whorehouse.
