New York City. In the back of my mind a continuous loop displays a golden horizon bisected by a straight, lonely road. In the distance, I see a silver chariot (the Highlander) silently appear just where the road meets the sky in a shimmering heat haze, then make its way languidly toward my p.o.v. Hanging out the window with
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Pork Tour Postscript
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New York City. In the back of my mind a continuous loop displays a golden horizon bisected by a straight, lonely road. In the distance, I see a silver chariot (the Highlander) silently appear just where the road meets the sky in a shimmering heat haze, then make its way languidly toward my p.o.v. Hanging out the window with