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Kate, we're stuck here for awhile. The only service station closed tonight at five. The transmission has conspired against our silence; and it relieved us of the goal that we have tried to hide behind. Kate, the pamphlets can all wait. We'll send them in the morning. They'll just be a little late. You've got a banner wrapped around you like a blanket and a cell phone that we swore a blood oath we would never buy. Have you got this terrifying notion that this is not a shared experience? Just synchronized, solitary moments bound by belief in this alone? Kate... is there anything left to smoke? I feel like I'm drowning... you talk to me in code. Staring at a wooden footbridge, you say, "It's a marvel of construction. Two weaknesses combine to become a strength." And have you got this terrifying notion that this is not a shared experience? Just synchronized, solitary moments bound by belief in this alone? From Letras Mania