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[moose_clomas]

it was dusk and there wasn't a sidewalk, so each step kicked up dust and gravel into the air and made his lungs hesitate. every minute or so a car would go by, too close, and he'd trip in distraction on the soft tar lip of the road. it was one of those strips as empty of buildings and people as of trees, not a place itself, just an in between. he

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[xlazulix]

Nice. It kind of reminds me of The Grapes of Wrath.

Also, happy birthday!