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summer night lit up by the flashlight of a cracked cell phone suburbia held her breath sang to by the crickets a walk to the gas station holy city in the dead of night my friend drank too much *** he banged on the door it was locked the clerk seemed scared he thought we were robbers.
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Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 9:28 AM UTC
robbers
summer night lit up by the flashlight of a cracked cell phone suburbia held her breath sang to by the crickets a walk to the gas station holy city in the dead of night my friend drank too much *** he banged on the door it was locked the clerk seemed scared he thought we were robbers.
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Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 9:28 AM UTC
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