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Sidney’s car smells deeply of leather and I drive it to Paramount for Men Women and Dogs. It is summer and blistering. June, July, August 2001. A college education ago. High school ago. Jennifer said she thought if I wrote songs they would sound like Elliot Smith. I left my guitar in the trunk too long and the bridge snapped off.
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