Bruce Eel swayed, punching the air.
He screamed. So did Chuck Sirron.
Bruce rolled his eyes. He knew that in the future, people would joke about how tough Chuck was.
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My Wild Star
Where did you sleep last night? Did you sleep in your car? Did you shiver, my wild star?
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