Trade your belt for a new noose, atrophied from disuse. Here on the cusp is a home-bred loyalty, a care-worn nametag I used to wear to the parties you�d hold in your glass house. Boeing eyes crash-land on rough northern waters where the automatic return runs ragged�so now, just who is going to toss away words and force entry, and just where can we put this shiny new thing?

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