I hate it when I meet the boy when I'm running away from some mass murdering gangster that I owe money too. We get on a bus together and head to Chicago and make our living steal money and food, just enough to get buy, and the next thing I know, Mom telling me to get up. But I spend the day feeling loved which is a feeling of total bliss until I go to bed that night and have a nightmare.
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