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[chef_brockett]

He drove in his late model Subaru, scouring enclaves of halfway houses and rehab centers for newcomers to cart to a dead meeting. I sat shotgun noticing things, and we darted around a loop of the past ten years or so. Hovels I had lived in, old time places haunted now only by memories personal and distant.
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[anonymous]

Sounds about right.