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Without taking his eyes off the girl in the handmade dress he rolls Drum tobacco into a tight cigarette and exhales just as the final school bell rings leans against the hood of a dolphin blue Ford Galaxie, body angled 45 degrees like a rifle propped against a tree, smoke encircles his slick-backed hair then eases into autumn air and me slumped in the passenger seat watching him watching her glide across the lot into a future aside from anything we can imagine, a string of midnights blindingly lit by the Galaxie’s vertically stacked dual headlights, my body vibrating involuntarily along with the thrum of the most important V8 engine in the world.
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Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC
Idle in My Brother’s Car
Without taking his eyes off the girl in the handmade dress he rolls Drum tobacco into a tight cigarette and exhales just as the final school bell rings leans against the hood of a dolphin blue Ford Galaxie, body angled 45 degrees like a rifle propped against a tree, smoke encircles his slick-backed hair then eases into autumn air and me slumped in the passenger seat watching him watching her glide across the lot into a future aside from anything we can imagine, a string of midnights blindingly lit by the Galaxie’s vertically stacked dual headlights, my body vibrating involuntarily along with the thrum of the most important V8 engine in the world.
jonathan-witte
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Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC
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