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Description
A road that has long ceased to be romantic: night, empty cities, lanes of motorway that merge into an endless ‘just a little further’. Every lorry seems like an eternity, every reflector a mockery. Music wheezes from the speakers, and only one thought spins in your head: how long this distance to warm embraces will take. You count not kilometres, but missing touches of skin, and even whisky doesn't help to cheat time. Tennessee suddenly becomes not just a point on the map, but a symbol - the end of a painfully long wait.
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