"Likers could be here, she thought. I've never been in this neighborhood before. There could be Likers anywhere. The cool wind felt good against her bare underboob. "I HATE Likers" she thought. Seven Nation Army reverberated her entire car making it pulsate even as the 9 cent wine circulated through her purple frozen veins and washed away her (merited) fear of femboys after dark. "With a car, you can go anywhere you want" she said to herself, out loud.
