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Kryptonite
You
Gangly
Sly smile
Tattooed
Soul patch
Ripped arms
Slight stubble
Nubbly wool hat
Intellectual glasses
Loose faded jeans
Paper thin t shirt
Pint of dark beer
Black coffee
Newspaper
Cool
Me
I see you
My kryptonite
Sipping my beer
Reading my paper
Smiling so slightly
Knowing better
Leaving
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Miles: It tastes like the back of a f*ing L.A. school bus. Now they probably didn't de-stem, hoping for some semblance of concentration, crushed it up with leaves and mice, and then wound up with this rancid tar and turpentine bull****. F*in' Raid. Jack: Tastes pretty good to me.
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