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| It's 4 am and I'm driving from Cape Cod to Boston, where, in exchange for eight hours of my time, I will recieve a miserly pittance that will keep Mallory and I alive for another week. | |
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| I've been doing this for six. Fucking. Months. Still, it could be worse. | |
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| At least I'm not that guy I ran over back there. | |
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