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The Directorate, His Farm and the Shotgun
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Government Imps Daydream of Riding Elephants Like They Used to Do
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While We Swam in His Pool He Would Make Popcorn, Filling a Wood Bowl Who's Origins Were No Doubt Exotic and, We Can Now Assume, Conspiratorial
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All That Horatio Alger Hiss Noise
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Familial Repercussions and the Bay of Pigs
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The Wheels Within the Golden Buddha Typewriter
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Keeping Up With the Jacobs
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Will Need a Good Tailor and Large Format Film for the Epic Portraits You Will Construct, Maintain and Publish
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Dead Drops, Baccarat and Too Much Blood
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