*2 A.M., the office floor*
The floor still smells like us, and the compliance kiosk out front is still saying no.
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by M. Coronado
A Dublin venue booker, a compliance kiosk that keeps saying no, and the man who left seven years ago with a secret buried in a banned song.
*2 A.M., the office floor*
The floor still smells like us, and the compliance kiosk out front is still saying no.
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