The sun set. The car smelled of its owner’s cigarette smoke. Everything was toxic and chemical and unnatural… — Lev Grossman
The sun set. The car smelled of its owner’s cigarette smoke. Everything was toxic and chemical and unnatural: the plastic walnut trim, the electric lights, the burning gasoline that was shoving them forward. This whole world was a processed petroleum product.
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