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His Dream. His Toy. His Rest. May 18, 2012

Posted by The Typist in cryptical envelopment, Fortin Street, poem, The Narrative, The Odd, The Typist, Toulouse Street.
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mumble grumble mumble work mumble tired grumble mumble drink, Yes? mumble YES mumble hmmmmm… thwssk!shhhh . . .

. . . There ought to be a law against Henry.
—Mr. Bones: there is.

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