Current Events > Diane, 11:30 AM, February 24th. Entering the town of Twin Peaks,

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five miles south of the Canadian border, twelve miles west of the state line. Ive never seen so many trees in my life. As W. C. Fields would say, Id rather be here than Philadelphia. Fifty-four degrees on a slightly overcast day. Weatherman said rain. If you could get paid that kind of money for being wrong sixty percent of the time, itd beat working. Mileage is seventy-nine thousand three hundred forty-five, gauge is on reserve, riding on fumes here, Ive got to tank up when I get into town. Remind me to tell you how much that is. Lunch was, uh, six dollars and thirty-one cents at the Lamplighter Inn, thats on Highway Two near Lewis Fork. That was a tuna fish sandwich on whole wheat, slice of cherry pie, and a cup of coffee. Damn good food. Diane, if you ever get up this way that cherry pie is worth a stop. Okay. Looks like Ill be meeting up with the, ah, Sheriff Harry S. Truman. Shouldnt be too hard to remember that. Hell be at the Calhoun Memorial Hospital. I guess were going to go up to intensive care and take a look at that girl that crawled down the railroad tracks off the mountain. When I finish there Ill be checking into a motel. Im sure the sheriff will be able to recommend a clean place, reasonably priced. Thats what I need, a clean place, reasonably priced. Oh Diane, I almost forgot. Got to find out what kind of trees these are. Theyre really something
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Yo, Gorbachev tear down that wall
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Diane, Im holding in my hand a small box of chocolate bunnies
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Fuck you, Coop.
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I watched that whole show on sleeping pills, how the atmosphere
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