It was the GMO potatoes that did it. Breaking thru the foundation, soaring from earth geysers, airborne tubers, polychromatic stratospheric bursts, an ivory carbogenic blizzard. Neal just had had enough, jalopied out, Californy bound. Oil or no, Beverly was the place he oughta be.
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