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This is a map of the deeper recesses of my mind, the fleeting memories that bubble to the surface at odd times. This is a subway through the folds of my brain, an "A" Train through my subconscious. In my old age, I'll wander this labyrinth as I lay in bed, a senile bull with a carte orange.
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Chez Zeus:
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