Why don't we just take a good, hard look at those raindrops on the windshield? One by one, they're reflecting every shard of remaining sunlight into the corners of my bruised, bloodshot eyes. I've seen enough. Darling, we're just all dried up now. Bare roads and chapped lips wind their way through never(neveragain)land, up the hills of my arched
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