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there's a last time for everything

I always knew who her favorite child was, but that was almost okay because I knew who his was, too. I fought like a lawyer and I never won, I always drove too fast but so did she. He liked the windows cracked and the little lamp on. We danced to "Sweetest Thing", his feet wearing through the carpet and mine on top...

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smoke

it's 2 am, and I wish I was sorry. but some loves wear leather jackets and ride without helmets and some loves sit in the corner, too polite to tell you how pretty you are when you smell like smoke. some loves are too polite to tell you when you're going up in smoke. it's 2:18 am, and I wish I was sorry....

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