If life is a penny arcade, all I have is quarters, and they don't fit in the slots, but all around me other people, lacking pennies themselves, seem to possess large sacks of illegal slugs that fool the games into letting them play. I once saw a clown removing his makeup. Beneath it, more makeup, equally hideous. No, much as I love the lions, it's time to jump off of the elephant train, make roots in a town too small for the circus.
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