In the morning, I left you next to the burning lake. I ignited it. The gasoline was heavy to carry.
burning lakes, burning rivers, all very cleveland.
We took the first train out of there and loaded our shotguns. I had no shells. My partner, do you have any philosophical shells to load my gun? Also, I need water. The clock is ticking.
You need to decide. My love or yours.
My love.
Yours?
No, my love. I'm in trouble. I stayed behind. I've got a machete. And they won't let me on the train with a blade.
Just wait. I'll let you know the sick part of my mind in Brussles.
We've been to Brussels.
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