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Barely getting to the bus station on time and seeing Bob work some early morning magic. He’ll make a believer of me.

Lunch. Who knew 1 hour could be filled with so much life. Feel it pulsing all around me. Thank you.

Stories of songs that should have, could have been sung. Stories of the past, of the future, of the mafia.

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