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Internet: there is a glut of people of precisely your type. Well known early 20th century author: technological progress has killed the spiritual man. Car: drive it with its underinflated tire slowly down to the gas station on Macarthur. Gas station: there’s no room in the lot, bring it back after five — so I drive it creepingly back. Myself: drive it slowly back after five, park it, and run home and keep running past my home, it’s such a lovely, perfect night.

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