Two guys, smoking in front of Charlie's:
"There is some kind of fire that just burns in Eastern European women. Makes them crazy."
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- Born in a blizzard. Big sister. Small town survivor. Escaped from Capitol Hill in 2007 and now recovering in the Midwest.
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I do believe that fire is St. Elmo's. John Parr told me one time.
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