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How strange it must be, to live in the countryside - to fall asleep to the sound of crickets under your window, and bullfrogs croaking in the creek. So far from the sirens - the Los Angeles Screamers - tearing through the floodlit nights, picking us off, one at a time, huddled in our houses, alone, together.
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Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
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How strange it must be, to live in the countryside - to fall asleep to the sound of crickets under your window, and bullfrogs croaking in the creek. So far from the sirens - the Los Angeles Screamers - tearing through the floodlit nights, picking us off, one at a time, huddled in our houses, alone, together.
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Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
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