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Stage left an umbrella
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Stage left an umbrella Dark the audience pinned to gravel and crunch. Look, the relative mountain has litters of local names. I parade by for a drink. Claustrophobia was possible save your hands outlined by moon. Early on fruit plunged into bags. Early on hid in the light to thick miles repeating dirt. My car’s engine fell out. Plastic chairs fused our sturdy study. Copper cornfield in my pocket. No heaving water planned to outluck your stars. And when the bough breaks. And when the bough breaks. Storm comes. Flash. 12 ] ...