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sitting in the spotlight, alone but together. rapidly getting higher than a seven forty seven. baked goods in our laps and sirens alarming we speed down back roads not knowing of any certain destination just so's we aren't that visible. we've stopped now and committed about three sins since. surely felt like a little dead ghostly child yearning for youth and nothing more than the ignorant innocence. with each creakity crack i picture scenarios and convinced my conscience that it's as real as ever. finally "home" from random animal and clock noises spouting from stereo speakers and what can i do other than be a glutton now. i'm headin' north.