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there was this girl tonight playing her guitar outside of dennys. She looked like she had just been through the war. She made me stare her in the eyes and memorize her lyrics so I would never forget her... I dont remember her name. She lives in the motel, she has herion breath, and slurs as she speaks of brilliant things shes never seen. She wants to walk to San Francisco she says as long as its not to far. She doesnt know where San Francisco is. She stops playing every time I look away. She bums cigarettes in exchange for songs and gives them to me systematically through the night.