What if I told you I had an unsatisfiable desire to quench the fire that burns with in you? I see the flames ignited in your eyes, I feel the heat emerge from your body, I see the smoke in your words as you speak. Your body trembles as I touch you, and its sweaty and clammy. As I kiss your neck, you taste salty; sweet. Our eyes meet and I see the volcano's about to erupt and the lava of lust spills out. I want you. You want me.
What if I whispered in your ear to let me turn up your heat a little bit. Let my finger tips trace your body. Taking my time like its my hobby, finding all the spots that turn you on. The spots you didn't know existed. Now you can't resist it when I touch you there...there...and there. I can see your body shivering. Steam coming from your canvas. That fire is growing hotter inside.
What if I told you my lips would cause an inferno deep into your soul, setting your spirit a blaze. You crave me. I need you. You need me the way I need you. Let my ocean consume your fire and a sauna emerges. Creating a blanket of smoke so thick it covers the room. Just one kiss is all I need to prove to you that your fire I can indeed tame and bring down to a mear simmer. This isn't about being a winner.
Just a pleaser, I want to quench your thirst. Put out your fire and leave nothing but the ashes of the bed left.
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This is the imagination I possess, the passion I uphold, the intriguing that I cause you to have. Enjoy the journey into my mind, heart, soul, and depths of my freaky nature.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
I realized
I think I realized I loved him when I saw him walk by. When he opened his mouth to say hello. I felt my my legs get weak. I couldn't open my mouth to speak. I couldn't take my eyes off his smile. His laugh put me under a spell. His love is like a song I have on repeat in my heart. Every time it beats it's beating the letters of his name.
I think I realized I loved him when the thoughts of him eased my pain away. His words soothed aches, and his embrace lifted my burdens, and his smile brightened my darkest day. His words melt my heart like butter on a hot summer day. When he was the only person I felt I could talk to and even if the issue didn't disappear, I felt better just knowing he was there to listen.
I think I realized I loved him, when all the little things he did for me made me tingle. When I decided that I no longer wanted to be single. When I rolled over and just watched him sleep. When his kisses meant everything to me. When my heart beat faster when he was around, and nothing else mattered when as long as we were together.
We realized how much we loved eachother on that day I walked down the alter a little teary eyed, because I was about to marry this guy and he made me the happiest I could ever be. That's when I realized I loved you and you loved me.
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I think I realized I loved him when the thoughts of him eased my pain away. His words soothed aches, and his embrace lifted my burdens, and his smile brightened my darkest day. His words melt my heart like butter on a hot summer day. When he was the only person I felt I could talk to and even if the issue didn't disappear, I felt better just knowing he was there to listen.
I think I realized I loved him, when all the little things he did for me made me tingle. When I decided that I no longer wanted to be single. When I rolled over and just watched him sleep. When his kisses meant everything to me. When my heart beat faster when he was around, and nothing else mattered when as long as we were together.
We realized how much we loved eachother on that day I walked down the alter a little teary eyed, because I was about to marry this guy and he made me the happiest I could ever be. That's when I realized I loved you and you loved me.
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Friday, August 19, 2011
Pretty Misses
Tell me pretty misses why is your face twisted all up? Body posture all ridgit. Attitude all stank. Angry at the world thinking everyone's to blame.
Tell me pretty misses why do you yell and scream at your kids? It's not their fault their daddy left you like he did, shouldn't have poked holes in the condoms that night, thinking it would keep him around like he on prison grounds; trying to have that man sentenced to 18 years, but he just up and disappeared
Tell me pretty misses why do you use your body as a scratch off ticket, only takes $2.00 dollars for the next man to hit it, thinking he's going to be your meal ticket and then he leaves you just the same.
Tell me pretty misses whats really going on in your world. Your walking around in designer clothes and your hair did, but let me ask you this when was the last time you fed your kids? Or wiped their tears? Or gave me hug? When was the last time you showed them any type of love.
Tell me pretty misses when are you going to open your eyes to see when you had "them" it stopped being about "me, me, me."
Tell me pretty misses when are you going to realize you have got to stop making it so easy for these guys. Just as easy as they got it from you, they can just as easily forget all about you. I'm not saying that you are all to blame, but you must learn how to recognize game.
Tell me pretty misses, why do have tears streaming down your cheeks? Did I say something that has meaning? Did your brain suddenly swtich on and you grasped on to what you were doing was wrong?
I tell you pretty misses you need to lift yourself up high and grab hold of your self worth; you have a job to do on this earth. God created you for a purpose. I know you know what faith is, so take it, run with it and don't look back.
Tell me pretty misses as you wipe your tears and stand tall to face your fears, and take on a new look at life. Hold your head up high and walk steadily.
Pretty Misses said she was ready.
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Tell me pretty misses why do you yell and scream at your kids? It's not their fault their daddy left you like he did, shouldn't have poked holes in the condoms that night, thinking it would keep him around like he on prison grounds; trying to have that man sentenced to 18 years, but he just up and disappeared
Tell me pretty misses why do you use your body as a scratch off ticket, only takes $2.00 dollars for the next man to hit it, thinking he's going to be your meal ticket and then he leaves you just the same.
Tell me pretty misses whats really going on in your world. Your walking around in designer clothes and your hair did, but let me ask you this when was the last time you fed your kids? Or wiped their tears? Or gave me hug? When was the last time you showed them any type of love.
Tell me pretty misses when are you going to open your eyes to see when you had "them" it stopped being about "me, me, me."
Tell me pretty misses when are you going to realize you have got to stop making it so easy for these guys. Just as easy as they got it from you, they can just as easily forget all about you. I'm not saying that you are all to blame, but you must learn how to recognize game.
Tell me pretty misses, why do have tears streaming down your cheeks? Did I say something that has meaning? Did your brain suddenly swtich on and you grasped on to what you were doing was wrong?
I tell you pretty misses you need to lift yourself up high and grab hold of your self worth; you have a job to do on this earth. God created you for a purpose. I know you know what faith is, so take it, run with it and don't look back.
Tell me pretty misses as you wipe your tears and stand tall to face your fears, and take on a new look at life. Hold your head up high and walk steadily.
Pretty Misses said she was ready.
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No Other
NO other couple can compare to what we share, its true I have been down. I had my heart ripped out, rung dry, hung from a line, then tossed in a fire. I built walls so tall superman couldn't leap them in a single bound. I had my heart put behind bars, closed off in a vault with only a coode that I know, and wasnt' willing to share. Every male counterpart was just a friend, they never got to the stage of being my man. It was times I didn't know myself worth, I downed who I was as a person, not just a woman. I felt my mental was unstable; until I met you.
Didn't want to let you in, kept you in the friend zone for so long, you were determined to show me that I was wrong, not all men were dogs. As time went on and the time we spent together, you gently chiseled away the ice that covered my heart, every kiss you gave brought back warmth to my soul. With each conversation, you gained a digit to my code. When every you held me I felt like God had broke the mode.
Creating you really fro me and only me. We go far part the physical you connect to my mental and my spiritual. You remind me of what it's like to be a woman and encourage it unconditionally. With all the bad I may have been through; it doesn't compare to all the good you've shown me, all the love you've given me and all the genuine woreds you've showered me with. never wsould I have thought a person such as you could exsist. Let alone be intrigued, enlightened, engulfed, enchanted, involved, entranced, and totally in love with me. My soul soars when I'm with you, sings at the thought of being near you, and grows when I think of our future together whether its a day, a week, or a month ahead. I'm constantly thinking of you. I smile because you cross my mind and all the matters of the day seem to dissinagrate.
Yes I'm blessed to have a man such as you. Big heart, loving soul, intelligent too; a man of God as well. I know I say that I am lucky to have you, but every day you remind me that you're lucky to have me too. I don't want to drag this out longer than I have to, so I will end this with I thank the Lord for you.
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Didn't want to let you in, kept you in the friend zone for so long, you were determined to show me that I was wrong, not all men were dogs. As time went on and the time we spent together, you gently chiseled away the ice that covered my heart, every kiss you gave brought back warmth to my soul. With each conversation, you gained a digit to my code. When every you held me I felt like God had broke the mode.
Creating you really fro me and only me. We go far part the physical you connect to my mental and my spiritual. You remind me of what it's like to be a woman and encourage it unconditionally. With all the bad I may have been through; it doesn't compare to all the good you've shown me, all the love you've given me and all the genuine woreds you've showered me with. never wsould I have thought a person such as you could exsist. Let alone be intrigued, enlightened, engulfed, enchanted, involved, entranced, and totally in love with me. My soul soars when I'm with you, sings at the thought of being near you, and grows when I think of our future together whether its a day, a week, or a month ahead. I'm constantly thinking of you. I smile because you cross my mind and all the matters of the day seem to dissinagrate.
Yes I'm blessed to have a man such as you. Big heart, loving soul, intelligent too; a man of God as well. I know I say that I am lucky to have you, but every day you remind me that you're lucky to have me too. I don't want to drag this out longer than I have to, so I will end this with I thank the Lord for you.
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Thursday, August 18, 2011
Lost in a Kiss
Our eyes locked and I got lost in your gaze. Our hands touched and I forgot where I was. Our lips met and nothing else mattered. his kiss was like a maze; every time I tried to start a different journey, my destination was his lips again.
His tongue played and teased mine; so sweet to the taste, so intoxicating yet so refreshing. His kisses give me life yet take my breath away. When I close my eyes and we embrace, your scent takes over my sense; your hold captures my spirit, my body can't help but to gravitate towards your pull. I'm just a world in your universe.
Your lips I can't resist. When ever they tell me "hello" by pressing against mine own I become giddy and dizzy; simply drunk. A rollercoaster of emotion the ups and downs the simpliest signs of affection takes me through.
If I could never feel the feeling of your warm lips touching me, your strong arms surrounding me, your scent burning everlastingly in my brain. If I could never get lost in your kiss again; I'd be lost with out you.
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His tongue played and teased mine; so sweet to the taste, so intoxicating yet so refreshing. His kisses give me life yet take my breath away. When I close my eyes and we embrace, your scent takes over my sense; your hold captures my spirit, my body can't help but to gravitate towards your pull. I'm just a world in your universe.
Your lips I can't resist. When ever they tell me "hello" by pressing against mine own I become giddy and dizzy; simply drunk. A rollercoaster of emotion the ups and downs the simpliest signs of affection takes me through.
If I could never feel the feeling of your warm lips touching me, your strong arms surrounding me, your scent burning everlastingly in my brain. If I could never get lost in your kiss again; I'd be lost with out you.
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Monday, August 15, 2011
Quote Me Thirteen
Know who YOU are before you try and explain who YOU'RE NOT
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Quote Me Twelve
You can't expect everyone to know how your feeling if you don't tell them...
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Him/Her- The After
It's two months later and she is still in recovery. Her mother and father come to see her on a daily. His mother also visits. Leaving prayers up to heaven to bring her out her sleeping state. His mother also whispers to her forgiveness of what her son has done. Tears escape her eyes, not just for her but for him as well. His mother has prayed to GOD not to condemn her sons soul to hell. The families pray together to bring her out her somber, her sleeping state. How her parents wish they could talk to their daughter again. Have her laughter fill the room, instead of sitting in this hospital room filled with dreary and gloom.
Her father anxiety is at an all time high. His blood pressure is on the rise. He's helpless he can't get to the guy, who hurt his only daughter. His little girl. He's so grief stricking he wants to hurl. All he can do is sit by her bed side and listen to the monitor beeps indicating she is still alive. Her mother, although hurting as well, is trying to stay strong for the both of them. If she fell apart that would be it, her family would be like what family if all was to die of broken hearts and damaged souls. Death of child can take a parent through that toll. His mother should know. Endless nights, weeping eyes. Pillows drenched with tears. Headaches and hungry pains because eating is the last thing on their brain.
The doctor comes in to check her vitals. He listens to her heart. Still beating. He checks her pulse, still not strong enough. He writes down his findings on a pad and heads back out the room when the her mother stops him.
Mother: Well doctor how is my daughter?
Doctor: I'm sorry but nothing really has changed. Her pulse is still somewhat weak, her heart beats the same. That's all I can tell you ma'am. Now I must go and put what I know in the system.
And with that he walked back out the door. Her mother upset, because that was not the answer she was looking for. She returned to her daughters bedside and placed her hand in her's and sent a prayer for her once more. It was getting dark and visiting hours were over. Her mother and father hated to leave, but they both knew they needed to get them some sleep. They kissed her on her forehead and whispered "I love you baby. We'll be back to see you in the morning."
Nothing but the sounds of the equipment filled the room. Her chest rose and fell. The IV dripped into her veins. All of a sudden her eyes popped open and she sat up. She looked around dazed and confused she hoped off the hospital bed not understanding why she was there to begin with. She found her clothes and got dressed. Next you know she's back at her nest. She walked into her parents room. Kissed them both on the cheek. She felt like she hadn't seen them for weeks. She stood there staring at them with so much love in her heart she thought she would cry, but she didn't understand why. She left their bedroom and headed to her own. The thoughts of that night came flooding back.
She dropped to her knees as the scene replayed in her mind. The one she loved, and gave her all was sending her to meet her maker. She raised her hand and felt her head and felt the bullet that was still lodged in there. Tears streamed down her face and burned her eyes and stained her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around herself and noticed she didn't feel her heart beat. She ran screaming into her parents room trying to wake them, but they didn't stir. They didn't move. She tried to shake her dad awake and her hands went right through. Eyes big with fright, she couldn't comprehend the happens of this night.
She ran back out the front door, she couldn't remember opening next thing you know she was back at the hospital. She stopped dead in her tracks and looked before her and notice it was her body hooked up to the monitor. She cried again and more controllably and suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder; it was Him.
Her: How could you do this to me. I thought you loved me. Thats what you told me.
Him: I do love you, and always will. I wanted you to come with me so that we could have our love for enternity.
Her: You hurt me and my family.
Him: I am sorry, will you please forgive me. I realize what I tried to do was wrong. If I loved you I should have just let you go. You'll always have my love I just want you to know.
Her: I never stopped loving you and in my soul I probably always will. I forgive you for what you've done. I know you didn't want to be alone, but you have to remember I wasn't going to go. I loved you way to much just so you know.
He cried tears of joy and pain. Joy of that his love never stopping love him. Pain of what he had done to her.
Him: Its almost morning and there is one thing I would like you to do for me, because this will be the last time you see me.
Her: What is that? I'll do anything.
Him: In the morning, wake up for your family. Tell them you love them. And tell my mother that I love her and I am sorry. He went on to say more.
They embraced each other for the last time, they kissed their last kissed. She climbed back into her body and his shadow disappeared. It was morning and as routine her parents and his mother came and said a prayer. This time their prayers would be anwered. The doctor checked her vitals again and everything had drastically improved. Her heart beat was strong and steady, her pulse was flowing nicely. She moved slightly. Her parents we surprised and happy. They all hugged one another. She moved again. Her parents were estatic that their baby girl was finally home. They all cried tears of joy. Especially His mother. She couldn't wait to tell her that she was sorry for what her son had put her through, but before she even got a chance to get the words out
She said: don't worry Mrs. I've forgiven him. I already spoke to him you see. We had a long talk about what he did to me. I understand where he was coming from, about how his love for me was so strong because mine was just as much. He thought I would leave him, but I couldn't do no such. I got to hug him and kiss him once more. He said don't worry, his soul is at rest. He's sorry and he loves you forever more.
She turned to her parents and rested in their arms. Closing her eyes and slightly cried and whisper to her parents I love you and thought in her mind; I love him too.
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Her father anxiety is at an all time high. His blood pressure is on the rise. He's helpless he can't get to the guy, who hurt his only daughter. His little girl. He's so grief stricking he wants to hurl. All he can do is sit by her bed side and listen to the monitor beeps indicating she is still alive. Her mother, although hurting as well, is trying to stay strong for the both of them. If she fell apart that would be it, her family would be like what family if all was to die of broken hearts and damaged souls. Death of child can take a parent through that toll. His mother should know. Endless nights, weeping eyes. Pillows drenched with tears. Headaches and hungry pains because eating is the last thing on their brain.
The doctor comes in to check her vitals. He listens to her heart. Still beating. He checks her pulse, still not strong enough. He writes down his findings on a pad and heads back out the room when the her mother stops him.
Mother: Well doctor how is my daughter?
Doctor: I'm sorry but nothing really has changed. Her pulse is still somewhat weak, her heart beats the same. That's all I can tell you ma'am. Now I must go and put what I know in the system.
And with that he walked back out the door. Her mother upset, because that was not the answer she was looking for. She returned to her daughters bedside and placed her hand in her's and sent a prayer for her once more. It was getting dark and visiting hours were over. Her mother and father hated to leave, but they both knew they needed to get them some sleep. They kissed her on her forehead and whispered "I love you baby. We'll be back to see you in the morning."
Nothing but the sounds of the equipment filled the room. Her chest rose and fell. The IV dripped into her veins. All of a sudden her eyes popped open and she sat up. She looked around dazed and confused she hoped off the hospital bed not understanding why she was there to begin with. She found her clothes and got dressed. Next you know she's back at her nest. She walked into her parents room. Kissed them both on the cheek. She felt like she hadn't seen them for weeks. She stood there staring at them with so much love in her heart she thought she would cry, but she didn't understand why. She left their bedroom and headed to her own. The thoughts of that night came flooding back.
She dropped to her knees as the scene replayed in her mind. The one she loved, and gave her all was sending her to meet her maker. She raised her hand and felt her head and felt the bullet that was still lodged in there. Tears streamed down her face and burned her eyes and stained her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around herself and noticed she didn't feel her heart beat. She ran screaming into her parents room trying to wake them, but they didn't stir. They didn't move. She tried to shake her dad awake and her hands went right through. Eyes big with fright, she couldn't comprehend the happens of this night.
She ran back out the front door, she couldn't remember opening next thing you know she was back at the hospital. She stopped dead in her tracks and looked before her and notice it was her body hooked up to the monitor. She cried again and more controllably and suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder; it was Him.
Her: How could you do this to me. I thought you loved me. Thats what you told me.
Him: I do love you, and always will. I wanted you to come with me so that we could have our love for enternity.
Her: You hurt me and my family.
Him: I am sorry, will you please forgive me. I realize what I tried to do was wrong. If I loved you I should have just let you go. You'll always have my love I just want you to know.
Her: I never stopped loving you and in my soul I probably always will. I forgive you for what you've done. I know you didn't want to be alone, but you have to remember I wasn't going to go. I loved you way to much just so you know.
He cried tears of joy and pain. Joy of that his love never stopping love him. Pain of what he had done to her.
Him: Its almost morning and there is one thing I would like you to do for me, because this will be the last time you see me.
Her: What is that? I'll do anything.
Him: In the morning, wake up for your family. Tell them you love them. And tell my mother that I love her and I am sorry. He went on to say more.
They embraced each other for the last time, they kissed their last kissed. She climbed back into her body and his shadow disappeared. It was morning and as routine her parents and his mother came and said a prayer. This time their prayers would be anwered. The doctor checked her vitals again and everything had drastically improved. Her heart beat was strong and steady, her pulse was flowing nicely. She moved slightly. Her parents we surprised and happy. They all hugged one another. She moved again. Her parents were estatic that their baby girl was finally home. They all cried tears of joy. Especially His mother. She couldn't wait to tell her that she was sorry for what her son had put her through, but before she even got a chance to get the words out
She said: don't worry Mrs. I've forgiven him. I already spoke to him you see. We had a long talk about what he did to me. I understand where he was coming from, about how his love for me was so strong because mine was just as much. He thought I would leave him, but I couldn't do no such. I got to hug him and kiss him once more. He said don't worry, his soul is at rest. He's sorry and he loves you forever more.
She turned to her parents and rested in their arms. Closing her eyes and slightly cried and whisper to her parents I love you and thought in her mind; I love him too.
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Sunday, August 14, 2011
Situations
My head hangs low as the thoughts I have weigh it down. Stress keeps growing, invading my mind all around. Blood pressure rising and falling. Sleepless nights the tossing and turning, keeps my mind burning.
Different situations have my mind stirring. I try and look on the bright side of things, focus on my goals and dreams, but certain situations force them all down stream, making me so pissed off I want to scream, release some this stress because it's driving me insane.
Trying to keep my composure, but these thoughts keep flashing leaving lasting impressions. I blame this depression on this current recession. Or is it my fault that I thought I could live a little high life on my meager means?
Hey, I could only dream; and I did, but it spiraled into a nightmare, one I wish I could awaken from, but I'm stuck marching to the beat of my own lonely drum. I know I'm not in this parade alone.
With these thoughts is a lesson learned. The stress of it all has transformed me and conformed me to live a true reality, that I am not yet able to live the life that I seek out for me, at least not yet anyway. Some day soon I will have my way.
Hopefully these stressful situations go away. Leaving me to breathe easy.
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Different situations have my mind stirring. I try and look on the bright side of things, focus on my goals and dreams, but certain situations force them all down stream, making me so pissed off I want to scream, release some this stress because it's driving me insane.
Trying to keep my composure, but these thoughts keep flashing leaving lasting impressions. I blame this depression on this current recession. Or is it my fault that I thought I could live a little high life on my meager means?
Hey, I could only dream; and I did, but it spiraled into a nightmare, one I wish I could awaken from, but I'm stuck marching to the beat of my own lonely drum. I know I'm not in this parade alone.
With these thoughts is a lesson learned. The stress of it all has transformed me and conformed me to live a true reality, that I am not yet able to live the life that I seek out for me, at least not yet anyway. Some day soon I will have my way.
Hopefully these stressful situations go away. Leaving me to breathe easy.
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Demons
At times I just want to scream, yell, and shout. Run down the halls, beat down the walls, kick and cry with all these emotions I have inside. Bottled up and about to pop like a cork from a champagne bottle. Emotions running full throttle, on a rocket about to soar high and leave me floating in the darkness of the sky. I wish sometimes I could just stay there. Would anyone even care? Would they miss my existence? Remember my name?
Driving full speed trying to run from my demons, but it seems as they keep following me. Taunting me menacingly. Telling me that my being means nothing. That all my problems I am to blame, I should be shamed. They laugh, and point, and stare and keep daring me to go faster, drive like a wild childe and even though I listen to these demons; I'm still trying to run away. They follow me, closely as if they are sitting in the passenger seat, just looking at me.
Do I dare match their stare? Ignore the road I'm flying down. I'm up to 120 miles per hour now. Demons picking at me even more, saying you can't secape us, run all you want. The taunting I can't take anymore. The voice I can't ignore. Speed picked up to 160 miles per hour, seat belt is no unfastened. Brakes are hit abruptly and we all go flying. The funny thing is; I'm the one who's laughing.
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Driving full speed trying to run from my demons, but it seems as they keep following me. Taunting me menacingly. Telling me that my being means nothing. That all my problems I am to blame, I should be shamed. They laugh, and point, and stare and keep daring me to go faster, drive like a wild childe and even though I listen to these demons; I'm still trying to run away. They follow me, closely as if they are sitting in the passenger seat, just looking at me.
Do I dare match their stare? Ignore the road I'm flying down. I'm up to 120 miles per hour now. Demons picking at me even more, saying you can't secape us, run all you want. The taunting I can't take anymore. The voice I can't ignore. Speed picked up to 160 miles per hour, seat belt is no unfastened. Brakes are hit abruptly and we all go flying. The funny thing is; I'm the one who's laughing.
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