I never forgot how we were.
It's sort of like headlights passing by on the highway at night. All red and gold streaking by. Burnt into the back of the eyes.
Heedless laughter rumbles ghostly in the passenger seat, and I suddenly forget how to drive.
It's no wonder, to me, there are so many fatal collisions when it's so easy to find the old laughter and lights on the road.
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