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But he won’t let the pain blot out the humor no more’n he’ll let the humor blot out the pain.

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turns me on so loud it's like no sound, everybody yelling at me hands over their ears from behind a glass wall, faces working around in talk circles but no sound from the mouths. my sound soaks up all other sound.
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