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Leave the man alone and let him eat. It 4AM and all the bars are closed but this diner never does. It holds retreat to those scuffles you receive from the daily grind from the solutions in bottles that solve no qualms. "No, I don't mind. This man has iron. You know iron? Most walking around are plastic." He picks up the water cup and shakes it. "Plastic," I raise my eyebrows, bend my lips, and nod very well. Very well, just don't call me plastic.
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
W.I.P #04 Shall I Drive?
Leave the man alone and let him eat. It 4AM and all the bars are closed but this diner never does. It holds retreat to those scuffles you receive from the daily grind from the solutions in bottles that solve no qualms. "No, I don't mind. This man has iron. You know iron? Most walking around are plastic." He picks up the water cup and shakes it. "Plastic," I raise my eyebrows, bend my lips, and nod very well. Very well, just don't call me plastic.
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
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