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1 " Not good, not bad. I’m grateful for whatever I get. "
― Ken Doyle , Saturday Date
2 " went to see my dah-ling, last Saturday night.” Then the tremors begin, and flashes of light pierce her eyes. An unseen force grips her chest, squeezing air from her lungs as she continues singing words she does not know and cannot remember afterward. Her raspy vocals rise in the confines of the courtyard, ricocheting off the crumbling stone, shooting upward, aiming "
