> "the hungarian man could be here" she thought. "i've never been near budapest before. he could be anywhere" the cool wind felt good against her meek asian features. i hate big strong white men she thought. la campanella reverberated her entire car, making it pulsate even as the $9 asahi circulated through her veins and washed away her (merited) fear of yellow fever after dark. with a car, you can go anywhere you want she said to herself out loud.
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