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By Tanqueray Cowboy Date: 2003 Feb 24 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.24.19.02.25779]] |
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Suppose nothing happens to you. Suppose you live through your whole life and nothing happens. You never meet anybody, you never become anything, and, finally, you die one of those New York deaths where nobody notices for two weeks -- until the smell drifts into the hall. |