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What about me? They're listening inside my truck when I'm driving. I know they are! What they do is they have this giant sound-vacuum machine. It makes the roaring inside my head go up three octaves. They didn't count on that giveaway, did they? So I don't say nothing till they shut it off.
But I see them, anyway. In their gray Dodge Neons. Faded, beat-up. When they shut off the machine, I see the Neon pull over and turn around. Going to follow another 4x4 that is lifted and painted in camo scheme. The poor schmoo probably doesn't know why his music volume got sucked up till it rattles his windows.
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