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| Where has Romance gone in this fuckin' City? | |
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| Dear lord, Kel. Gallantry and sacrifice abounds. Its essence is atmospheric, shimmering off of cold steel and glass and pervading all that is mundane. | |
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| You wear that outlook well, Sport. So who is this "mundane" fella that you are "pervading?" | |
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| Show some reverence, girl. This is love, Love, certifiable LOVE! | |
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| The li'l sucker fell for a verse I stole from a Poetry in Motion subway ad. Hee hee. | |
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