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| rhin |
i want to inhale a concoction of gasoline fumes and the cafe lunch special. strangers. horns. concrete. pace. options. anonymity. i need the city. i am swimming in a fishbowl of fresh manure on the fields and christi's baked sweet potato fries. friends. tractors. grass. snails. boredom. busybodies. i am the country. |
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