The freaks come out at the night before the race. Or at least they have in previous years.
Balloons and shit.
Another tale of love and art and shit like that.
Black cats, open umbrellas, spilled salt, broken mirrors, and absolutely no mouth to mouth contact
I won’t cheat you, Indianapolis.
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