Thirty days after the king died, he reappeared. So did everyone else. The flowers bloomed out of their empty dead spaces. The girls stood up from their death bed and put on lipstick. A billboard turned back on.
Out on the highway, teenage lovers wake up, already driving cars. The radio is…
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