last night my friend got trapped in my parking lot. something to do with ice, bald tires, a slight upward slant, and a violet mustang convertible. it's the same violet mustang convertible we rode around in before i left for england, before she moved out, and everyone grew up and out of this familiar grid of seven blocks, kitschy porches, and
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