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Skunks

Few things cut through my driving day-dreams like the smell of a skunk. I'm driving along, and wham!, skunk stink. It enters my car and lingers for a short while, and then I drift back into semi-consciousness.

And I wonder what it woould be like to always be awakened from such slumber.


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