Sunday, September 15, 2013
today's progress: this rig that runs, runs on memory
Aesop had only been in a police car once before. He’d been 15 years-old and he and his gang had been out on their bikes, no one had a car yet, and for whatever reason—a girl—had ended up in a rich part of town.
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