Let's say it's a warm summer's evening and you're on a train bound for...

[serenely soMEone]

...nowhere... If you met up with a gambler? who, like you, was too tired to sleep and so bored you both stare at the darkness. Then he gets philosophical, talking about your face & then he bums your brew, your cigarettes and a match.

What would you do?

I think Ida shredded his cabbage ass to cole slaw.

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