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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

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04.04.04, sunday night

Tonight I sat, an embarrassment of riches in my nose and throat, in a car with a lovely person I am getting to know. Of course, I had forgotten social skills outside work, so I was awkward. But it was grrrrrreat to listen to her voice while flying on a dark freeway, red and white lights fast-moving stars as a lit carnival wheel spun round and round beyond.






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