" I turn around and there's this door, this big old door and lights comin' out blindin' me, real gold and I'm thinkin': 'This can't be, this can't be.' So I close my eyes and I count one, I count two, I count three I count four-five and I open my eyes... and it wasn't there. Haaa..."
-Early Grace, Kalifornia
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