And isn't this who I have wanted to be?
Things That Are Black, "Who wants ice cream?", Things With Spots, God-awful ring tone, directions to the nearest barbershop, fog and fingers touching windmill, Wainscott, running running (but not away this time), okay let's go -
four in the backseat, both windows down, one CD blaring, many voices laughing.
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