When you check into any hotel room in New Mexico you get a complimentary this guy. Weary, with a crazy heart, he reacts violently to car emission tests. But he dreams for you. Not on the bed, of course. There is a little corner space in your room he lays down in. He dangles his keychain with the 57 keys until you fall fall asleep. Then you dream about those white tassel boots you bought Mary Holly, before it all turned to shit.
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