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~ what the fuck kind of ‘cyclist’ laughs when a fellow ‘cyclist’ crashes at the end of the ramp from market to the river path? maybe the kind who feels an affront because he was too busy screwing with an ipod to travel at a reasonable speed? possibly the kind who feels emasculated because his bianchi was just passed by a huffy? savages!
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~ “Narrative history is the kind that comes closest to telling the truth.”
r.i.p. shelby foote
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