5: Pausing, the anti-thief loomed as the fringe of some cuffed cake lost in the imprint of the shows or ankles; think ahead, aunt...X; nope; never met a singe one of her lovers; not even their names, and "mom" was so hopeful. Nope; profile, identity,persona, cliche, nope, she dated ghosts for all he new; and then lit a cigarette and went for walk like, something might happen; cars he wouldn't steal. he loved just handing em back; all these things followed him like a madness, quet little town; a 7 11 and this and that. He was pretty sure he's finally blown it..
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