The dorsal fins of man-eating sharks were cleaving the warm seas around me, and needle-teethed barracuda were making those waters boil.

I hitched the backpack higher onto my shoulder, brushed past the priest, and started up the roadbed. Statement of fealty history.


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  • I Feel Like Loving You Again.
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  • Flash Baby.
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I was needling him-needling the shit out of him-and no one was telling me to stop.