He fled in among the skyscrapers of Chicago, leaving a note at work suggesting he'd be back shortly.
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The big city! Where we all eventually flee to pretend we're not sins personified. Or, at the very least, we find we're less judged since everybody else is also a sin personified. Let he who is not a sin make the first judgy face is what I've always said. But then I'm judgment personified so I'm just trying to avoid competition.
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