The evening was hot, sticky. The kind of weather that melts tempers and flattens the weak underneath its oppressive, sweaty weight. I sat at the stoplight in my badass ride (Toyota), tapping my fingers on my steering wheel as the harsh rhythms of life's soundtrack pounded through my speakers (The Avett Brothers). I don't know what it was that made
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Sadly, we cannot all have our own -verine in our city. I feel so sorry for the rest of you. *g*
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