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By musicalduck Date: 2003 Mar 05 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.05.13.35.15709]] |
| Raindrops hit the wind shield and you can barely see but you keep driving. "We're late," you say. With such force like you always do. Then suddenly you pull over and start crying. You don't say a word, but I know what it's about. so I open the door, get out of the car, and walk the rest of the way in the rain. It's over. |