Click, click, click.

The leather ran through her hands and the hills bounced them around.

It exuded between the two in the front. You know, it.

The pretty girl was sleeping in the back with her forearm gently placed across her eyes, with her knees rocking side to side as they turned round and round and up and down.

QUIET.

Dun da dun dun Dun da da dun....laaaa laaa laaaaaaaaaaa.

"This song. It hurts my heart."

"Me too."

................................................................. watching. watching. watching.

"Why does it hurt you heart?" (such a puppy dog)

"It just does..." How could it not?

p.s. hello.