That's right, Kryptonite. We rode today, with or without your assistance.
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- What is worth it
- The Angle of Things
- Indoor Light at 35,000 Feet
- Diana and the Gentlemen's Club
- Poe's bust
- Patterns of weather over Chicago
- Question of the Day
- How Nothing is Something
- Kryptonite Be Damned
- I know you're hardly even gone yet...
- To London You Go...
- Stopping to smell the flowers
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- At the start...
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Fourteen if you count the time the grandma I speared. She was easy, so I don't know if it's fair to count her.
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