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you show up as the sun is getting low. the mall is long and flat and half empty and at one end brightly lit with dancing electric words. BOWLING ALLEY say the citrine letters as above a lime green ball crashes in three neon frames through a trio of hot pink pins. - what the fuck? hey dude and welcome to three dudes go bowling. this is a ttrpg i, that is plattered head, that is che, made in my free…
