I wonder when someday is. I've been wondering that for too long. I turn down my street and scan it for the white jeep in front of my house I check my mailbox every time I'm at the front door when I go out to my car after work I hold my breath and look quickly for anything on my windshield every big white vehicle driving up beside me check my email a million times every day pray
watch the intersection outside at work could you would you drive by to feel close to me just think of me on the scooter around and around the cul-de-sac with my hair blowing behind me
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