I May Have Cried A River For Him, But He's No Depardieu
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He stepped right out of his shoes and kept walking into the green sunset.
The twisted carcasses of slain ice dwarts, icicles forming on their stringy white bears... melt wizard, melt wizard, keyed into computers.
'I don't wanna be big', with an overgrown sleeve.
He turned and waved a floppy goodbye. Goodbye
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