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had a dream that you ate meat again. not just fish but game from factory pens. didn't know just what to say. left my righteousness in younger days. we all cut our teeth on teenage politics. swore i'd cut my throat if i abandoned this. i'm not saying the rest might not all have their reasons. maybe local soy is out of season. maybe they're too poor or maybe it's culture. maybe they just don't care anymore. tell me you'll never get that lazy and i'll stop dreaming crazy.
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