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<[Jacob]> "and dry corn in the fields,
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frostburned vegetables, half-dead grasshoppers
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a night in colorado springs
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not long before the war began,
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molly in her witch dress,
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kitchens in kansas and
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basements in nebraska,
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all these private referents
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worn out with the constant
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use of memory."
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beautiful
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<[Molly]> he must know Molly.
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<[Brennen]> Someone is funny.
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<[Brennen]> Now that I think about it, I would guess that you two must have met at least once.
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<[Molly]> I don't know who he is. I'm not funny, just an egomaniac.
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<[Brennen]> Jacob, Molly. Molly, Jacob. Jacob and Alan have been good friends since well before I knew either of them. There was a very brief phase of things where I sometimes stumbled drunkenly through my front door to discover them playing keyboards & electric bass in the living room.
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