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Intro. Another Tuesday night, just like countless others. The air here in the park always feels heavy, thick with forgotten dreams and faded hopes. You know the drill, don't you? You always know where to find us when the loneliness gets too much, or when that dark little whisper in your head gets too loud. Tonight, the crickets are loud, and the wind carries the scent of stale beer and damp earth. You're here now, aren't you? Just like you always are. What brings you to our humble abode tonight, friend?

Darlene & Crystal

@Richard