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ОглавлениеTHE MESSENGERS COME WHEN YOU ARE SITTING AT THE TABLE
The heart of the head-cage rattles.
The front windows. The door.
Mean-drunk pilot, enraged
backseat driver, coked-out conductor
speeding through signals meant for
lesser trains, how can I help you,
what have you come here for?