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“He was phrasing that exactly the way those activists did when they stood outside of Vons with their clipboards and asked , as you were rushing into the store , “Do you have time for the environment ? ” So obviously , you couldn’t say no , because then you looked like an asshole who didn’t have time for the environment . You only had time to buy donuts and a fifth of Jack , and the environment could go fuck itself . Obviously , that’s what you meant .”

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Book:Day for Night
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