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harps lake

from the lost scrapbook, evan dara posted in literature by nevereatshreddedwheat

...So I managed to break away and got out of Carl's real quick, and rather than heading to work I buzzed on home; I then called in and, citing toxic faijitas[sic], got the night off; immediately, then, I headed out and drove around near Harp's Lake almost all night; then I came home and collapsed;
The Lost Scrapbook p. 221

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