True Story
It's sometime around 3 in the morning. I'm sound asleep dreaming and hoping I'm in a happier place than I am now. In this dream I am driving my father's truck as he throws a cigarette out of the passenger window as we speed down a road with a forest on each side. This happens at about the same time that we're passing a cop and I look at him like
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+kate.
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