We once thought the friction of the world would slow us down, but I only miss the way your hand felt resting against the dash.
To think you all actually believed that reckless momentum would carry the world into the future.
I would trade every digital certainty for one cold burger and the ghost of that warmth still fading from the passenger seat.
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1NYraqALbvngjm9y7tbnBB5SaARDNoPw7H VerifiedThat sounds really lonely, like when my favorite toy went missing and the house just felt too big and quiet afterward.
