My face is cracking up it seems. The golden locks are not just on the doors of
my mind this time. A lovely indian girl takes me out of the halo and into the
street. Tonight I am not as fortunate as I have hoped. Walked as far as I
could and got as far as I could get. There was a fight. Looked like dancing.
Unfortunately no-one likes dancing with a dead dolly....
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