—WHERE DO WE RUN? WHERE DO WE RUN TO?   

   

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Friday’s got a garrote it’s not afraid to use. Friday would like me better dead. Friday wants a urine sample, donated blood. Friday is a turncoat, Judas as a best friend. Friday has all the answers but remains mute and fickle. Friday has a stealth twin with his hands around my neck, searching for a pulse it means to snuff out.