
DON'T STOP RUNNING - LIFE STORY
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A gas station along the highway on a summer night. Under the harsh neon light, in the smell of petrol and asphalt, a few faded yellow plastic tables. 11:12 p.m. They are fifteen to cross, if we count the horse and the corpse stashed in the back of a big black Hummer. Another minute, and everything changes...