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something awful
Today I was in seatle, I like to go and look around everyonce and a while, and I saw a man following an old asian woman and her little Asian grand daughter I think it was. He followed them for 4 blocks before making his move, I only saw all of this because they were all in front of me walking down E22nd street at the time I was walking down it. Anyways, the man kept getting closer and closer to them until the sun had gone down and the moon had come up, and long ago somebody left with the cup, but he's striving and driving and hugging the turns; thinking of someone for whom he still burns. He's going to distance. He's going for speed. He's all alone in a time of need. Because hes racing and pacing and plotting the course, He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
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