January 2010
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I don’t think that passenger’s seat has ever looked this good to me. He tells me about his night, and I count the colors in his eyes. He’d never fall in love he swears, as he runs his fingers through his hair. I’m laughing cause I hope his wrong. And I don’t think it ever crossed his mind, he tells a joke, I fake a smile that i know all his favorite songs; And I could...