The road ran, smooth and flawless, precisely forteen feet wide, the edges trimmed as if by shears, a ribbon of grey concrete, rolled out over the valley by a giant hand.
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Saturday, June 5, 2010
First Lines: Upton Sinclair - Oil!
The road ran, smooth and flawless, precisely forteen feet wide, the edges trimmed as if by shears, a ribbon of grey concrete, rolled out over the valley by a giant hand.
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