Just The Way It Ought To BeSo many good people. Worn batteries in cupcake crumbs. Nosy eyes. Gassed Indians. Cracked coffee spilled all over Turk pikes. Red hair. Clown flies into walls. Falls into broken hilltop. Wolfman Jack flips his body to the east. Swings over a tree and smashed his asset to a pulp. Just the way it ought to be.
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