We hung out that one time. Remember? In the place. With that guy. You were there. You know. We should be friends. Let's talk.
"They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars—on stars where no human race is
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places."
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“Ooh, what happened to Mr. “I Wanna Shoot White Folks for Money?”