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Blue oil.

With a specific goal in mind I listened to El Nino. Sadness always covered me like an oil stain when I found myself at the club without John. Like a Tourette twist I could not help looking up to see if Faye had not rematerialized in the gyro-ride. Clive looked at me and before he could hang the question I said it was I.

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