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I don't understand you, boy, with your billy goat beard and fishing pole. Munching on that raw ear of corn, as if proud of that haul of laundry, you just reeled in at your feet. The trench coat you are buttoning is making everyone nervous, but I am more curious. How did you find yourself in this city? On this train? And how can you look, so confident, when you are so, out of place? I envy you, boy.
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Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 9:35 PM UTC
Train Fishing
I don't understand you, boy, with your billy goat beard and fishing pole. Munching on that raw ear of corn, as if proud of that haul of laundry, you just reeled in at your feet. The trench coat you are buttoning is making everyone nervous, but I am more curious. How did you find yourself in this city? On this train? And how can you look, so confident, when you are so, out of place? I envy you, boy.
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Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 9:35 PM UTC
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