missouri 3:3
The car then, I said once back in our car, is all geographies at once, being as its the vehicle between them, so to speak. You can sit in your car on a road in a town in a state in a region in this country and just be all those places at once but only because you're in them all at once, since you're in the region in the town and the country in the state on the road. What the fuck, said Jill, apparently not impressed with my tautology. Where the hell are we? I don't know, I said. Where are we going? I pointed out ahead of the car, down the road, across a ripple of hills and off into space. There. Where's Mobile? said Jack, now in back. It's in Georgia, stupid, said Jill. I love it here - my tautology, by contrast, had me cooking, driving in both lanes, jouncing on the seat. I love my mother and asphalt, purple mountains, rolling grain and gasoline. I love it, I love it, I love it, I do. If these kids had a mother, I'd love her, too.
move on... 
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