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Bugsy wasn't going to kill me that night, because while they thought I was crazy for thinking I could do magic, sometimes people needed me to do magic for them.
We open our skulls, pull out the emptiness / Where a brain should be, / Fill the dark cavity with thick, slick dirt.
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