I walked past the Frankmobile and sat down on the curb in front of the Launderette. I amused myself by tossing the can into the air with one hand and catching it with the other, enjoying the swift solid pull…
Founded in 1977 at Columbia University's School of the Arts
I walked past the Frankmobile and sat down on the curb in front of the Launderette. I amused myself by tossing the can into the air with one hand and catching it with the other, enjoying the swift solid pull…
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