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Leave me with no choice but to listen and wish for your car's broken exhaust to rattle at the stop sign at the corner of my street. You always arrive when least expected.
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Mar 1, 2010
Mar 1, 2010 at 1:35 PM UTC
Eyes Closed
Leave me with no choice but to listen and wish for your car's broken exhaust to rattle at the stop sign at the corner of my street. You always arrive when least expected.
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Mar 1, 2010
Mar 1, 2010 at 1:35 PM UTC
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