kenkantor: The only place I shop now.
kenkantor: Yeah? And meanwhile someone is messing with your kids.
kenkantor: I want you. To want me.
kenkantor: Imagine me and you. I do.
kenkantor: I took it as nothing more than a sign of the times.
kenkantor: In the end, you go where they want you to go.
kenkantor: The origins of artificial thunder.
kenkantor: At that time, we all assumed further information would be forthcoming.
kenkantor: The happier the better.