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[weaktwos]

On the drive home tonight, I was behind some old beater car. The primer gray four-wheeled delight was billowing smoke from its tailpipe. Great plumes of smoggy injustice were obscuring my view of the road.

Suddenly, I was no longer a road warrior, I was a magestic white cloud chariot, skimming along a conveyance of smog.

*cough*

I hate those cars.

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The sad thing is, our dear friend Reannon would probably be grateful for the cloud machine. Hehehe.