Mad birds know when winter is coming
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Lately, I don't actually have music playing in my headphones when I ride my train home from work. The last few weeks find me in that anticipatory state, like I can sense trouble coming, but I'm happy to be wrong. I hope I'm wrong I'm old and beat-up, but I can feel, taste, smell a palpable tension like the last bodyguard gig I took on ages ago. I'll fight if I have to. Hope I don't, though. Maybe I should buy new guns. I live next door to a gun shop...I have no record, it'd be convenient enough, the expense of good hardware notwithstanding
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