I sent my friend Matt a message letting him know I am heading to Duluth to visit him this weekend. Here is his reply:
"Oh I can feel it. The rumble from your tires shakes Duluth's core, streets sprouting veins. Children are crying and dogs are silent on taut chains. As for me, I'm all Chris Columbus/Jackie Chan on the telephone pole outside my house, hand shielding the horizon. Make haste, young lads. There are so many unborn martinis that depend on your arrival."
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