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Aug. 8th, 2006 12:33 amThe door opens onto an alley in New York City. It nearly always does.
"We go around the front and into the Firehouse," Ray says. "The door tends to lock behind me when I head to Milliways. Don't worry, the guys are all used to me bringing home strangers."
"We go around the front and into the Firehouse," Ray says. "The door tends to lock behind me when I head to Milliways. Don't worry, the guys are all used to me bringing home strangers."
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Date: 2006-09-19 01:17 am (UTC)They're all glittering. None of them have any idea why.
Ray pays for as many cookies as he can carry, grabs the boys, and says, "This is just where we came in."