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~ For MDC(Y), on your Birthday. ~
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As I drive, I switch cd’s again, one handed, keeping my gaze trained on the road ahead.
I can feel you eyeing me warily from the passenger seat, and I hear you teasing me about close calls with curbs and traffic signs as you tighten your safety belt for the fifth time. You still let me drive anyway, wondering out loud at what point exactly one of my side mirrors is going to become a casualty.