no , Michigan
sure, nought? Had an aunt move out there, Flint. You know Flint?
Yeah, I know Flint? Milkman's feel ere singing,the tender skin of the ball louder than the heels.
He dared not spread his toes, lest the singing never stop.
What kind a place is it , Flint?
Live , No place you'd want to go.
Thought so, name sounds good, but I thought it'd be like that.