Dec 26 2008
Was it dark?
Why don’t you punch me in the stomach,
and slap me across the face?
It might hurt a little less,
than leaving me like this.
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The night was dark. Really dark. The street they were driving on was not lit with orange city lamps.
It was quiet…well, almost. Some slow cheesy song was playing on low volume on the radio. Little snowflakes rested on the window her head was leaning on.
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