35MM: A Musical Exhibition - 13/22; Leave Luanne

"But months of such conditions, turn laymans to logicians; And tonight the bastards sleeping like a log. She plucks the kitchen cleaver… Walks up to his roped up lab retriever. And she cuts the rope. And hope on hope, she starts to shout: "Your dog’s got out!" - She’s got her chance, with no back glance. She runs out to the bog."

 
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