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Well Frank settled down in the Valley and hung his wild years on a nail that he drove through his wife's forehead.
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His wife was a spent piece of used jet trash made good bloody marys kept her mouth shut most of the time.
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One night Frank stopped at the Shell station, he got a gallon of gas drove home, doused everything in the house, torched it, parked across the street, laughing, watching it burn, all Halloween orange
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