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I put a hex on the telephone line that brought your voice to me disembodied and cheapening everything it used to mean when you said "the truth will set you free"... oh, you lied to me when you said "the truth shall set you free"... the freedom.. to be alone with the freedom... thursday, 10pm... the city abounds. the city of daughters can't be found where ought to be found. relegated to the back of an underclass. you always hated the back: an attack in its purest form, an attack that's forever forwarned... i put a hex on the telephone wire in hope that the spires of communication might take a leave of absence... expectations confounded when the girl became grounded and packed her bags for the beaches with contracts and breaches of contracts...