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Hurtling down Highway 101, hoping he wasn’t too late, he pulled over, aghast: replete between the soybean fields that asshat developer had made manifest his flimsy and endlessly repetitive erection, a horror of Arts and Crafts-style bungalows baking in the blazing sun.
How’d I miss this. Brilliant, Jo. Brilliant!