
Will I suddenly wake one day from a moment of daydreaming to discover my time has come at last?
Will my eyes see a new beginning and my hands finally drop the past that I had gripped tightly onto, and find it had withered away...
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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