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Clever is cheap.  I am obscure. 

It’s hot as hell here in July and my air conditioner’s broken and the passenger’s window’s jammed. 22 is closed, always under construction— the whole freaking place is. I make it to my parents’ house in shit time and punch it up the street as the sky around me flashes and the radio cracks just before the lighting and the thunder half a step after and you can smell it but there’s no rain. Silver clouds rise like mountains and there’s fire at the peaks, everything is charged like Tesla Coils b...