While walking in the big city, we’re not saying a word to each other. I have no clue where I’m at, I feel like a big idiot or like a lost dog. But in this case a big lost idiot of a person, that’s how I feel. I could tell that Joao has been here before. I not sure what the situation is, with him and this city.
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