Smiletown
8/27/2012 ... The highway looks the same for miles at a time. Endless strips of faded asphalt cutting through alternating stretches of open grass and walls of trees, broken only by reflector posts and the slight glint of headlights rushing past in the opposite lane. Every few miles, a green highway sign emerges from the horizon, hangs there for a moment, then disappears behind me again.
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