These people stand in front of my booth every night. |
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They say nothing. Leaving me to wonder if they actually exist. Or could they just be the product of my imagination. Perhaps I've lost my mind. Maybe I've really gone crazy. Or maybe I'm dead. Could this be my Hell? |
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I don't know what I did to deserve this. But I regret it every night of my life. |
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| Helloooo? Eyeless dude? | |
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| Are you going to give me my f#*king change or not!? | |
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