i'm through the pines, i'm at the stop. if you call on me you'll regret it. the douglas firs you've talked about. this town would be perfect, if only.. it is happening again, just like you said. mysterious shots fired from the door and when i woke up i saw the ghost. it was there at the edge of my bed. the coffee here is like the night. fuck yr white lodge, God damn it i won't sleep tonight.
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