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 | Hi, ComradeK. Want to drive out to Big Bend for the weekend? | |
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| Uh, I don’t think so Comrade. It’s as crowded as a health clinic in Opioid, Missouri. | |
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| Oh come on, ComradeK. I’m confident with your knowledge you could find a lonely corner of the Park. We can sit in the moonlight and discuss Comrade Gorki’s “One Autumn Night!” | |
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| Wha? This Comrade’s on to something! | |
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| So then Stephanski the aimless anarchist drives up in his Triumph! And bam! She jumps in his car leaving me and my utilitarian Ford 500 in the gloom. | |
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| Forget her, man! She’s a hopeless victim of commodity fetishism! Let’s jump in my Buick! I’ve got “Ole ELO” queued on the cassette player!! Woo-hoooo!!! | |
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