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come on she said just make like you want me
come on she said just make like you want me and we can drive this thing down to the coast a deathtrap perhaps its sundry rattles mimicking a number of nuns clacking their rosaries under the hood for luck plus the radio’s half cut happily up for confronting us two and the sea with a warm river of interference
can’t be bad I thought the signal shorting like some mornings there isn’t much of me to be persuaded takes almost nothing really I started talking suggesting my face could find something to give away to spend time with the less empty headed
Come on, she said, just act like you want me and we can drive this car down to the coast. Maybe it's a dangerous car with various rattles like nuns clacking their rosaries for luck under the hood. Plus, the radio is half broken but happily ready to face us two and the sea with a warm stream of static.
It can't be bad, I thought, the signal cutting out like some mornings when there's not much of me and it takes almost nothing to convince me. Really, I started talking, suggesting my face could find something to reveal to spend time with those who are less thoughtless.