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taxes. Watching Dodger games.Dollars Tacos enjoyed on TacoTuesday. The second stage:something odd starts tohappen. There is a slightunfolding. Talking tothemselves: Wild stares:Manic movement. The breakingbegins only they can’t seeit. Stage three they losetheir freaking mind. Thebrain snaps and they are onanother planet as king or agod yelling orders at a raceof small orange people. Thetriple stage breakdown was acommon dress rehearsal forthe final act. Which was tobe found dead in a dark coldalley by people digging forcans in the trash.One eveningDubs brought her up out ofnowhere during a 420 session.“I saw that girl walking thestreets. Remember the onefrom the Y?”“Yeah man. She was pregnant. Isaw her last year with agiant tummy!”He took a hard drag of theceramic pipe and passed it.“That’s fucked up man. Whatdo you think happened to thebaby?”Dread and grief seized my soul,“I don’t know.”Puffinhalessap7