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Cinematically Speeding Across an Unfeeling Landscape

“You’re the shrink wrap on my string cheese,“ he said from his knees, to no one in particular, incorporating slanguage under the horns, but over the bass, knowing what disco turned into.

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Published: Apr 20, 2015
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