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Apr 2013
Beer floats
So does glass
And the trains

You pass them every weekday and sooner or later it looks like some sort of tarpaulin or a giant business-white circus tent.
It gets to the point you want to approach one of the security guards and ask how it all stays up there.
But the announcements are on and you have time to keep.
Marcus O'Dea
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