We’re losing numbers. Seven went out to look for Nine and hasn’t been back. Twenty-Six pushed Twenty-Five into a lake, so he’s dead. And all that’s left of the 170’s is the three. I don’t understand why this keeps happening. When I was young, there were few enough to keep track of. But now they’re […]
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