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She says her name's Goldie. She invites me back to her place for reasons I don't pretend to understand. She shows me things...
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| See? And these are my comics I made!! Pretty nifty, huh? I think they're funny. | |
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Her comics are brilliant. Like a shot from out of the barrel of a .45, they hit me hard...real hard.
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| Ya know, honey, I like 'em. I like 'em a lot. | |
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| Aww, you're just saying that. | |
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They're the kind of comics an angel might make.
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| I...know.. I think I...always knew.. | |
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