I laugh. Out loud.

April 14th, 2002 · No Comments

Two middle-aged women, one blonde, one brunette, tap their hands on their teal green Chrysler and sing along to the Fleetwood Mac that is pumping out of their stereo. I smile. They make a left turn out of the middle lane and are plowed into by a speeding cab. Plastic flies. I laugh. Out loud.

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