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the killers make good driving music
Drove in the right lane all the way home, sixty-five-and-under the whole time. Didn't even speed on Parran, the favorite speeding road. Told Mirm tonight about dream to go to Nevada and burn rubber for miles and miles and miles. I am a bird with clipped wings. FIN. 11:58 p.m., Thursday, Dec. 30, 2004 |
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