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Carrying a copy of "Catcher in the Rye," 'cause poppies aren't just flowers to you and I. Single chiva alone to get Claudia bye the buy - so she says, "How's about we hold our breath and count to heaven." No needles, no hands, no veins to demand - figure 8's, heartshapes, and angels in the snow (these are the lives we breathe and know.) So she says, "How's about we close our eyes and count to heaven."