When you commute on the Los Angles trains, your mind wanders. So I pull out my sketchbook and, oh dear… we seem to be under attack again. Could you please hand me my rifle? It’s right there behind the laughing gas.
When you commute on the Los Angles trains, your mind wanders. So I pull out my sketchbook and, oh dear… we seem to be under attack again. Could you please hand me my rifle? It’s right there behind the laughing gas.
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