Thank you tiny carYou hate relying on your sister for anything, but since the raid is in less than an hour you know you need the soda fast. Also, Claire will be there. The girls pile in the car, and you wedge yourself between Claire and the door. It's a tight squeeze and you like it.
As the car goes down the road, you can't help but bump against her and every breath you take in is filled with her scent. Your eyes slowly close as you sink into ecstasy. Time, movement, and the entire world fade away as you are consumed with passion. She seems to notice a difference in your breathing and shakes your leg to make sure you're okay. Do you open your eyes, tell her you're fine, and converse with her or do you just stay silent, drowning in her scent and enjoying her touch?
Are you concerned that you may be a character trapped in a Tom Waits song? Be smart and learn the warning signs before it's too late. Also, it's too late. It has always been too late.
I'm haunted by a recurring vision of a skeleton flipping me off. To avoid seeing this terrifying image in bumper sticker form, I pay someone with a blank bumper to drive in front of me at all times.
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