Warm Dry Car.

What man hasn't driven his car aimlessly at night, seeing all the young girls walking alone on dark rainy streets, and realizing how relatively easy it would be to invite them into the warm dry car, casually lock the doors, and then drive off to some remote spot in the woods where no one would hear a sound?

Or is this just a Seattle thing?

I am Laslo.


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