This is the way we bury our faults, bury our faults, bury our faults.
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But it feels different here for some reason. It feels like a reflection of the collective subconscious of the whole lockdown and I don't like looking at it.
His ears were burning, but was he blushing, or did someone light them on fire? Do not look too closely at the gasoline can.