We all wear the twin masks of emotion. Happy or sad, haunted or hunted, you choose the mask, you choose the risk. You choose your own poison.
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I saw a crackhead once take a tray, dump the chips into his shirt like a bowl and filled the entire bottom of the tray up with cheese like an inch thick and then dump the chips back on top. Completely opened a new world to me.