Snap Studios. A Tiskin, a taskin, I grabbed it and slahed it and wag it. Then I had to lock it in the cab and I asked it,

where you hide-up on them secret show and laughed.

The name said, you know I'll never tell you though.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Listen to spoot.

Say tool.

From K K-QED and PRX, you've crossed over to Spoot. America is big. You know, it's huge, see to shining sea big.

And maybe because of this, this vastness, I would like to imagine that we can pick up and move from place to place and just start over.

Brand new, leaving our old life behind, no harm, no foul.

Well, maybe we can leave everything behind.

Then again, maybe not.

Maybe not. Spook start. Now. So, Oh, Our story comes from Connie to Ricala.

Sweet. Oh, My parents were both born in California when President Roosevelt put all the Japanese

Americans into a concentration camp behind barbed wire. My dad spied my mother in the camp.

She was quite the Fomfatal in her day,

picky and reserved in aloof.

He chased my mother around,

and of course she could run very far.

He asked her to marry him.

She didn't want to marry this guy.

She was a graduate of the University of Southern California.

She considered herself an intellectual.

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