It's a strange change between the ticket window and the man's last attempt.
Amazing what can happen between a bottle and a buckle.
I'd offer myself a totem if I was better known.
They don't yet know me enough to hate me.
There's a quiet few who don't pay.
It's a stretch to attempt to conglomerate them so.
If I didn't strive so hard for what was never possible, the element of grace wouldn't arrive so kindly.
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