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Here's another little practice thing I did. Just fucking around on the decks, and as I tend to do, trying to fit square pegs into round holes. Sorry about the low volume, I am more or less ignorant about sound recording, and apparently am the worst sound engineer in my neighborhood.

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Tomorrow, my best friends get on a plane to go to their new home in St. Louis. They will fucking hate it there, grow steadily sicker over time from the lead in the walls and farm runoff in the water, be plagued by endless swarms of locusts, Ellie-Bean will become a semi-willing medium for a legion of malicious spirits haunting their home, and little Puddin' will cry every day because I'm. Not. There.

Or,

They will finally be able to get out from under their crushing debt, enjoy the fact that they own a home, live a less stressed-out life, enjoy one another's company again, get the kids over to Grandma's house all the time so they can have hot sex in the kitchen, raise their beautiful daughters in a neighborhood where they can be let outside to play unsupervised, and enjoy being around Angie's gigantic, crazy, loving family.

Either way.

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