2,700,500,000. And I had my shoes on. Was full from a big lunch. Was watching the ants on their side of the glass: building bridges, covert passages, carting off the dead, making their way, oh ever the way, to the food. And no one in control. No one. The goal clear and the single mind busy. They could have at me one day. The mind clears. We've been, we'll be… so much business.
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