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Holy shit, what a ride, literally, figuratively and forgive my French if that's still an expression. As the belt moved, it pulled me the reader along for the journey into the sub shop time clock world of normal work deeds and parked cars for a brief breather, just enough to get my lung frequency tuned to a recognizable wavelength, before grabbing me by the collar and thrusting me back into a Twilight Zone encoded place of forgotten speech and backstage glances at a history in flame. Nicely done. End transmission.

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