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. So he would be a God-fearin

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rock and blues, lately. Good road music. But I

cassette tape adapter. Sliding it into the stereo and plugging the cord into the jack of his phone,

conds on the beat of a plastic drum machine. And then a beeping sound, like a truck backing up, out of place, just another gear for no reason. Finally, a horn blast,

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were wide as he beat his chest in time with an ope

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ench and a pounding beat that made every surface of the car tremble, the blurred dashboard shimmering in the last of the sunlight. When it finally en

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ft, removed a double-wide sheet, and flattened it gently on his right thigh. Taking a copious pinch from the Ziploc, he gently gathered the finely crushed buds the length of the paper–only once glancing down to approve the distribution–picked it up, an

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