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Trisha G.: Alex! It's Alex!
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Trisha G.: It's blurry and I have SP arm.
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Trisha G.: Yep. It's Alex.
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Trisha G.: Alex. And friends.
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Trisha G.: They don't call it Stillwater River for nothing.
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Trisha G.: Ittelson.
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Trisha G.: Stony.
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Trisha G.: Hawk. Through the window.
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Trisha G.: silence shields the pain, so you say nothing.
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Trisha G.: there is no other troy.
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Trisha G.: Stuff.
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Trisha G.: them apples.
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Trisha G.: Lowlight One Eye. It's a pet name.
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Trisha G.: Goodness.
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Trisha G.: I had to double-park my vagina.
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Trisha G.: Pretend lomo mess of wires and shiny window.
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Trisha G.: It's never just an alley. You know?
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Trisha G.: eace.
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Trisha G.: For my Robbie.
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Trisha G.: Coolest bookstore.
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Trisha G.: Just some windows.
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Trisha G.: 3
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Trisha G.: Is it any wonder?
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Trisha G.: Alley.
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Trisha G.: Photo of a disposable camera photo of a barn, while driving by in a bus.
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Trisha G.: Photo of a disposable camera photo of bus.
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Trisha G.: Alex and some patriotic dead people.
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Trisha G.: It's like if you had fish-eye binoculars and there were two of me and I was both at the cemetery with you, but I, like, grabbed your binoculars for no reason and pointed them at me.