I don't know The Stranger
and I don't know what The Stranger did
and I don't know what in the Stranger I am to do
but Zach is doing it, anyway.
My belt broke
and I'm marching
and I can't hold up my pants.
But I can get a new one, regardless.
And I'm getting my new glasses
and I'm not entirely sold
and they make my head sort of hurt
but I guess I'll just get used to them.
Silly petty grievances work themselves out.
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