Every morning I come across the Golden Gate Bridge , it's mornings like this that I live for.
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Mostly anything that stikes you like a cue ball hitting the eight ball and the sound of Winning dropping into the pocket. Similar to a light coming on in your head sort of thing.
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"If" I had my own place I'd invite you to come visit.
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