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I saw a strange creature. Long, hard, and straight, thrusting into a round, dark opening. Preparing to discharge its load of lives. Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it, then a final screech as it slowed and stopped.
I run around the city, but I never move.
Slayer of regrets, old and new, sought by many, found by few.
I can travel from there to here by disappearing, and here to there by reappearing.
Come up and let us go. Go down and here we stay
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?