Sometimes at night I'll sit in my driveway and watch things pass; cars are few and far between, but the landscape is bustling regardless. The brustle of the leaves against the pavement gives me the chills. I can't stop my mind from wandering. I remember the tires that once rolled along the pavement's corrugated surface. I recall an awkward boy
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