I drink mescal ‘till the gusano hits my lips, then in drunkenness holler about coincidences. The next day, head pounding, it’s damn clear events from worms burrowing to wormholes have Will’s grin.
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I drink mescal ‘till the gusano hits my lips, then in drunkenness holler about coincidences. The next day, head pounding, it’s damn clear events from worms burrowing to wormholes have Will’s grin.
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