.I was sitting on my hands at the top-deck of the 178, spitting cusses at my
Face reflected in the windscreen pane. Throwing insults and calling names.
Filthy smss that you sent through the day, by sundown become tame, so I set
It in motion again.
But fate's a cruel mistress, gir.
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