Nothing says hither-springtime quite like the spin cycle of alienation, dispossession, malaise, apathy, and indifference! Perhaps it’s best to go for a long stroll in your nearest park, have a couple of classes of wodka, break your own heart and maybe a dish, and then listen? But, however you decide, don’t listen to the temptation to flee after the first chapter… hang tight on those tenterhooks, oh yes, there are FOUR CHAPTERS LEFT, don’t go anywhere!
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