I swear I've got fucking whiplash after being reintroduced to some Slowdive, because my spotless mind, not even a minute into the song, was injected back to that walk Isela and I took after midnight, after we'd watched black-and-white VHS rents and knew we were going to talk until morning so we'd might as well get donuts and coffee. H-E-B by that summer had already gone halfass and wasn't 24 hours anymore, but we hadn't known that, and crossed train tracks with our voices blanking out all the neighborhoods.

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