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twenty-one february
eight : twenty-four p.m.
so we're driving through the rain and fog and i'm listening to the music i got for free and thinking about how i wouldn't mind just barely making it by - a slightly dirty, underfurnished place, something worth calling a paycheck - and how i wouldn't mind memorizing your phone number.