MICE-FILLED PARKING LOT
I find to say I am getting nowhere; I
need backer. I need dough. Nowhere out
there standing goes my banker though.
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All this 'words-for-free' game is just
a racket; an otherwise combustible
form of kindling made to last a week.
Fire? And a net? What cheap mixed
metaphors I here beget.
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