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- I'm reading about your favorite band, a review of their show last night. I get a headache, I don't know if I can keep on reading. I know what it was like there, I can feel it and hear it and I know what it was like to be with you. I can imagine. What, you clapped, you and your "Via Chicago" people. I was a transplant in the city too, you know. I have to stop reading but it becomes silly that I'd have to stop reading about a band I like - I like them too, why shouldn't I? Only a few bands I didn't get to see that I'd like to see and they're one of them. After a break I read more of the review and it stabs me. I don't know what else I can say. I could quote lyrics - I could quote their lyrics, but that wouldn't mean anything to you.
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