As the tide washed in, the Canadian phycopath faced the ocean:
"Conjoiner rejoinder poisoner concealer revelator. Look at it, raising up and raising down, taking everything with it."
"What's that?" I asked.
"It's the fucking water, porkchop," the Canadian phycopath said. "Oh yeah, and time."
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The Fault in Our Kifflom
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