White Line Fever and the Higher Silence Within
I loaded a 15-foot U-Haul with our furniture and pointed it southwest.
I loaded a 15-foot U-Haul with our furniture and pointed it southwest.
The sun went down at 8:49pm, the moon is in its last quarter, and tonight I'm wondering if the health of a society can be pegged to the nerves of its motorists.
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