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He keeps going down the street, the little queer, trying not to miss a beat. I keep going too, retreating from the threat that keeps coming up from the cracks. Like a foul stench, it rises and blocks the view, keeping the sight of Virginity from being beheld.



I could meet my death here, amongst all these respectable people with no imagination. In fact, I think I've died here a hundred times before, only to rise again amongst the faithless. The sorrow, the silence, the decadence... We need to beg, steal, and borrow from our pasts for our future. If only the present would stop creeping in!



There goes the little queer again, down the street, down into the hole.



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