Waking. Morning of dusk in Montreal. I had just bombed the Volvo outside our hotel for no particular reason. My cat was dead. Sure, that'll do. It's a good enough reason I guess.
I had three passports left. Three that would probably work anyway. I grabbed two out of my bag at random and threw them into the grate. Who am I leaving clues for
Brussels. 48 Hours later.
Machine guns blazings off the counter tops of my neighbors kitchen. The fire from the shells started a flame in the back alley?
"You started a fire with your goddamn fireshots! "
"Chill out. Calm down."
"I'm grabbing a cab and
"Don't leave me.
"Fuck you....I just shat in your shoes. I loved you when you had a gun."
they blazed out in the sunset 7:30pm......
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This piece was something to be reckoned. I referenced many sources in Britannica and my cousin. But I was referencing many passages in Britiannica and I turned to the page and someone had written in green marker Name two words in the English that are both antonyms and synonyms...check page 10037 of world book 87.
SUCK AND BLOW...SAS
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