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[voracioustenacity]

He stood in the middle of the street, rain beating along the hood of his coat. Momentarily coaxed by the fleeting contentment of his well earned nap, he spontaneously burst into song:

   ♪♪ ❝ I haven't seen him in a long time—                My man was so fine, He could get any g o o d g i r l into trouble! You asked me me what his name was?                             Well. . .                                          'The Jackal'. . . 'The Jackal'. . .                 Say— 'The Jackal'… ❞ ♪♪

[voracioustenacity]

it's gonna be a fun night, tonight.