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March 8, 2011 — Leave a comment

He said that he liked Volvos. The boxy old ones that looked like war machines.

He said that he liked the old boxy war machine-ish Volvos so much that he was jealous of anyone who owned one.

He said that he was so jealous of the owners of these Volvos that he would tear off the drivers side mirror whenever he had the chance.

“War wound”

I said he was putrid. And a drain.

(But I didn’t mean it)

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