The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
Because no matter what I do, I keep getting the desire to go back out there for one last run,” he says as he looks out past their table, and into the world beyond, then turns back to Samba. “Don’t you wonder if you’ve still got all the old moves?”
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