'We're all in the same game,just different levels. Dealing with the same hell just different devils.'
****hop into the car.****
I'm in the backseat ,watching her maneuver through the lit alleys of Adams street.I need to be in school by 7 am. She's a middle aged woman and it's her duty to drive me to school every morning.Another one picks me up in the evenings.We do not talk. We do not laugh.We smile a little; or stare at each other;especially when she's drunk.She rarely drinks.
Well;you see,rich kids lead this kind of life. We do not go chirping around to anyone.They are dangerous and poor as churchmice. We shut the fuck up and lead abnormal,normal-looking lives.Her nose has freckles all over .Her left arm is tattooed with the words "A woman without freckles is like a night without stars."I chuckled any time I read those words.
Maybe she was right; maybe she was not. It did not matter.It wasn't my business.
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It's a posh ,custom-designed ,ergonomic Sedan.I watched my car swerve to the left .It had been my seventeenth birthday present.So charming,so breathtaking. I called her Jezebel.
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THE DEMONS WILL DIE
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