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“You kill us. You kill the kids, and the ducks, and the cat you never wanted. You kill the lazy Sunday mornings, the kitchen dances in the evening, and once our future is murdered you say you never really wanted it that way anyways.”

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I Want To Know You When You’re Forty

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