The Importance of Love

I knew a certain oldsmobile would stop for me even before it slowed. I piled my sleeping bag against the left hand door and slept across it, not caring whether I lived or died. He said he'd take me home to stay overnight with his family. But first he wanted to stop and see a woman he knew. As soon as we slowed down all the magic of traveling together, burned away.

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