There is something oddly comforting about stop lights. Especially stop lights at night, during summer. The air is sticky and sweet and it's warmth evelopes you completely, wrapping those acrid molecules around your tiny face. And as you casually look around, from car to car. From Mercedes to Pinto, people are quitely living their own lives and
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I wish I could write like that.
You are fantastic.
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