At 6am my phone rings. It's Sean. He and Scott have been driving around Dearborn the whole night, getting drunk. I guess they snuck into the back entrance of the Ford-Wyoming drive-in and had been "watching movies until now", but 1) I don't think they show movies past 2am, and 2) I find it hard to believe they snuck a white extended-cab van into
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