
Delivery trucks come and go during all hours of the night. I hear them outside the window.
There noise disturbs all those who, like me, were trying to sleep.
You can't stop life from happening.
The long drives, stuffed in the back seat of our Pink Rambler, in between two sisters is where I learned the art of throwing daggers with my eyes and how many songs can be sung with words like 'this' and 'that', causing the tongue to shoot in the direction of whichever sister you were mad at the time with. All the while, having an excuse in the lyrics of the song. All that, and plethora more...
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