If you are riding in my car, Dexter (a yellow 1967 buick lesabre), let it be known you will be listening to 60's revolution music. Mimicking the glory days truly does make the stutters in his saddened engine stall. Your opinion is irrelevant Dex can hear the music, and greatly appreciates my comforting gesture; if this makes me crazy I don't wish to be sane.
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