I think I heard a story circulating. Wrapped in us, made up by. You trust while I reach down, pull the strap shut. Blink twice then make the call...make it right. Feel the ride bearing down on us. Rolling back our eyeballs. Insist "not my problem" a wince, react, just takes much longer. Between the cracks, from the wall to the floor. Heard that one before. You trust while I reach down, pull the strap shut. Blink twice, then make the call...make it right. One minute now, from here on out...facing backwards and inside out.
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