The Syracuse You Speak Of Does Not Exist
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Imagine firing a gun on someone. Straight through their head. Bang.
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I live in a little bubble of strangers who all say hello to each other in the street and put up signs of acceptance and love in their yards.
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Being there still has a silver lining.
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