1. This is the last stop, kid. Ferry boats like giants. When you left for London, you started with my eyes. “Come on Lion,” I said. “Say it like you mean it.” And you…
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1. This is the last stop, kid. Ferry boats like giants. When you left for London, you started with my eyes. “Come on Lion,” I said. “Say it like you mean it.” And you…