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Driving home from work after a long day, cut off triceps by drivers who didn’t seem to care. Turning to look into the next lane to mèrge and then it happens. It's not some random face I'll never see again. It's a face, I've loved, laughed with, yelled at, embraced, excitedly looked for in a see of other faces, a face that caused a million smiles and wrote a thousand tears. So much more than a face, it's a map of memories of what was what is and what could be. A face that became a mirror forcing me to see and confront the bad and toxic within myself, that became the map i used to confront and fix the darkest parts of myself.
In all the movie and show références I never though I would experience a moment like one.
And getting onto the lowell connector of all places.
Sorry for flipping you off, must be the new englander in me.
Know I will always have love for you, m
**** off, I love you.
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