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She spoke like the rush of quiet air you hear while passing under a bridge in heavy rain. The wiper blades scratched on the semi-dry glass like a broken record.
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Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 10:15 PM UTC
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She spoke like the rush of quiet air you hear while passing under a bridge in heavy rain. The wiper blades scratched on the semi-dry glass like a broken record.
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Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 10:15 PM UTC
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