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I've witnessed some peculiar things at work... Peculiar circumstances. Peculiar characters.
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They all come and go, like the days, months, years. Become vague, unusual memories....
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A mardis gras of boozed creeps, rubes and barnies. Who knows WHY they're there? Could be to case the joint. Or just to swill 'emselves out of a rut...
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