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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Night Crawler, Part 4
[time] => 2003-03-14 20:40:00
[hometext] => Part 4...
[bodytext] => Mike’s Grille had once been a Waffle House.
Now, it was just a run down building That served liquor and a pretty good philly cheese steak At four in the morning. Fortunately, it wasn’t that late yet. The sound of a light rain against the restaurant windows Soothed and relaxed him. He sat and ordered a “whipped n*****,” Or a glass of spiced rum with a splash of coke in it. They started on his philly as soon as he had walked in the door. He was eager about his coming delivery. He hoped that his wife would be pleased. He had devoted the last seventy-two hours To trying to win her back. Hopefully, his plan would go off perfectly. He lost himself in Mike’s glorious philly. The whipped you-know-what drowned away his worries And made his body numb. He paid his check and left the grille with a smile. Now, he decided, was time to go home. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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