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I put on my coat and jacket and ran to the car. The handle. Where is the handle. The rain pelts down harder, filling up the fur lined pockets of my jacket. I wont be needing them where I'm going, I think, and remember I've forgotten what I'm doing. Fuck. There's no handle on my door. Whatever. I pretend there is and jam my hand into the metal, which gives way to my fingers and slides around them. I barely know what I'm doing until I feel the latch inside and lift it. I'm in. I'm off. I'm gone.
At least the road is normal. Was normal. I left my tenses behind, I cant even tell when I am anymore. Soviet Russia flies past the window. We dont talk anymore. I kind of miss her, but when countries change, the part of them you loved can become so mangled you dont even know what it is you do love anymore. Times change. Time changes. Change, change. Where is my change. Only notes. Gonna have to use the change given toll booth. Oops too late, a broken toll gate and a few honks later and I'm at where I was going. Where was I going with this? Oh yeah. So I arrive and walk up to the door, then get out of my car and ring the bell. It's snowing now, and the water in my pockets has turned to ice. It's getting heavy, and it kind swings around a bit when I run. Goddamnit where is he, as I kick down the door.
I'm running and running and there is the window and I'm out. I'm out of here and now I'm falling. Maybe if I ditch the ice I'll be ok. Nope, didn't help, and the ground is getting closer. The words throw baby flash by my mind but I cant make heads or tails of it. Bang. That wasn't so bad. But it's raining out.
I put on my coat and jacket and run to the car.
At least the road is normal. Was normal. I left my tenses behind, I cant even tell when I am anymore. Soviet Russia flies past the window. We dont talk anymore. I kind of miss her, but when countries change, the part of them you loved can become so mangled you dont even know what it is you do love anymore. Times change. Time changes. Change, change. Where is my change. Only notes. Gonna have to use the change given toll booth. Oops too late, a broken toll gate and a few honks later and I'm at where I was going. Where was I going with this? Oh yeah. So I arrive and walk up to the door, then get out of my car and ring the bell. It's snowing now, and the water in my pockets has turned to ice. It's getting heavy, and it kind swings around a bit when I run. Goddamnit where is he, as I kick down the door.
I'm running and running and there is the window and I'm out. I'm out of here and now I'm falling. Maybe if I ditch the ice I'll be ok. Nope, didn't help, and the ground is getting closer. The words throw baby flash by my mind but I cant make heads or tails of it. Bang. That wasn't so bad. But it's raining out.
I put on my coat and jacket and run to the car.