Gone were the old days where an old maid banged on an upright piano above a roaring crowd, this sound was loud enough to be heard outside the building, she thought to herself as her eardrums throbbed. For every Eden, there will be a serpent; for every sheepfold, there will be a wolf. I got a rusty bolt cutter. “Okay, Mom.
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