Raindrops Race down the windshield Your cold hands are in mine As we go past 60.
We are moving at a hundred and twenty kilometers per hour—too fast for my liking but Dan would just laugh at me if I tell him that. He’ll say to me “Come on Jen, stop being a grandma” and that’ll be…
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