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sympathy for the strawberry: lost in the woods, dark with a bit of light seeping through the canopy, very moist underfoot.
confusion is next: brutally slaughtering someone in sync with the thump, also can go for expressway, like a gleeful glorious massacre, maybe kids in a ballpit at ikea or something.
anything off nyc ghosts: journey via train from countryside into dystopian urban squalor.
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