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like middle-aged men smoke dope and talk just to their cars, we can talk just to ourselves, or we can talk just to the stars

There are race cars in the mall today. I walked in here at five minutes to eleven, still yawning, and stopped eight steps in. The cars lurked motionless behind kiosks and directories and potted plants, the gray-green fluorescent dawn glinting of their glossy plastic hoods, their logo decals placed like war paint on their blank, [...]