My name is Jonas. I live in Zip City. Me and my me and my me and my me and my friends, we raise hell. I like to sit out watching airplanes, ship up to Boston, or simply enjoy the silence. I own dogs, pigs, and sheep. Well, it's over, it's over, it's all over now. Call me. You say no? To hell with you and all you're friends if so.
If the Earth was a marble a small boy was playing with, the distance between Proxima Centauri and the that marble would equal the distance between that boy and his father, a soldier in Iraq whom he barely knows.
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This metaphor is amazing. You are bound for greatness.
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