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[moublier]

Talk radio jabbers on a tinny AM feed through cheap speakers, to mix with the four cylinder drone seeping unhindered through thin insulation between Ira Winderman and his silver Corolla’s engine. The grey, leather-wrapped steering wheel pulls slightly to the right on graded Seattle freeways. His grey, thinning hair scrapes the polyester ceiling as

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[nakiwakare]

Isn't that your cousins name?

[moublier]

nope. i used to have a friend named ira, but he joined the army.