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It was witching hour three sheets to the wind and a blinding high beam now spinning out of control into a ditch contorting cemetery fencing around the windsheild at windpipe height and I think to myself, "That's almost poetic."
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Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 9:40 AM UTC
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It was witching hour three sheets to the wind and a blinding high beam now spinning out of control into a ditch contorting cemetery fencing around the windsheild at windpipe height and I think to myself, "That's almost poetic."
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Llarson
32/M/Massachusetts
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 9:40 AM UTC
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