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From one degree to another. it gets warmer gradually. Soon my feet are burning. Cinders, ash, toe jam. The toe jam begins to curdle, curl, up up up into the night sky like a passion fruit, passionately fruiting. Passion is my fruit. Do you ever think you could be expected to see a cat on the hot tim roof. I tin roof. I get distracted by my mother in law... really, by everyone and everything. As soon as people appear I think I need to be doing something for them or aware that they might strike out at me. I should pay some attention to them. That's it. This is a good thing. I need to be myself. how can I be myself. Be a little insular a little inside voice me don't make a scene just do your job. try to be a team player. The joke isn't about me. It's about what's happening around me. Ok hot gradient. Yeah, gradually about me about more than me about making three lines feel so naturaly. Itnati
natural. It's natural to be letting people know there's no more porta potties. why is everyone asking about the porta potties? This is ridiculous. youwon't be here. why do you care thats it that[s the take take that take
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