Yes, I did. I did indeed.
Hey, now I've been through the jazz festival three times.
I'm not pessimistic either, actually.
There I was, watching the waves roll in. And out. In. And out. Watching the moon, breathing, through the rain. The fury of the thunder and the glory of an unearthly light.
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you're a real trooper, kid!
ASIAFIED.
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