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You are reclining in a four door sedan in the parking lot of a strip mall. You are afraid to go home and there is no real reason why you should be frightened of human beings who are now part of your family(or you part of theirs?}. Inside of the vehicle there is the stale scent of take-out food bags hidden under the seats, terpene anxiety sweat, and spray bombs the scent of mango tangerine & blueberry dream. The seats are dusted white with dandruff. Suddenly a hand taps on the door startling you. An officer of the law asks you to roll down your window.
