wurly

my friend H emerged from the A train station right underneath and debris began to fall. he thought, "what the hell?! new york really is dirty!" but upon looking up, felt something different, ran north, caught a cab, and could not have known as it pulled away, cement-powdered head staring out the back windshield.

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<do you mean to tell me the jerks that bought that rhodes from me, in my dire dire times... pawned it already? jerks! they should have sold it back to me. i want it back where is it?>

yeah but,,the waves need to be rideable...not a junky mess...