Moby stares blankly into space inside his tea shop. I went there once with wifey, a colleague in my PhD program who went to high school and co-edited the school's literary magazine with him. Moby was not in attendance for our visit. I was not distressed.
Could she write some lyrics for him? I mean, it doesn't have to be Byron or anything, but it would be nice to have song with more than two dozen different words in it.
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Moby stares blankly into space inside his tea shop. I went there once with wifey, a colleague in my PhD program who went to high school and co-edited the school's literary magazine with him. Moby was not in attendance for our visit. I was not distressed.
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