Houses, fields, trees,, flew by, blurring into each other like spilled colors
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juderoy29 Fiction writer (mostly).
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Houses, fields, trees,, flew by, blurring into each other like spilled colors

"Sometimes, my life is like those images outside—flashing by so fast that they don't have time to register

I don't know the answer."

"I know I want you."

"That's just sex

I want more."

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