Last Chance, Fancy Pants.

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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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“Fair enough, but now you’re a horse thief and they hang horse thieves.”