...so, he decided to leave the place a soon as possible.
Nothing happened to him or to his one true love "missy no", a gold painted banjo his uncle Matty
gave him for birthday.
...ten minutes later the town was behind and nothing was coming his way,
but a rolling bush who was jogging that afternoon...
Salt got in his eye and mouth. Everything was so dry but his heart...he was just seeing water in the
horizon... but no... he was alone.
Suggested soundtrack: Yoko Kano's Spokey Dokey.
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