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She looks over the client, at you. Don't make me get the dog, she says. Which road will you take? This fool with his issues. It's all here. Why is the sun like that on the floor? It's frozen there. Wishing we could hear the dog howling at the moon. Everything is a beginning. Why does she get to wear an orange hat? It's her birthday.
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