As you drive around this country, the voices blend and merge and separate and dissolve. AM radio or FM or satellite. Nothing comes free like advertised. Everything with a price as it should be. Riding along with my Grandfather when I was 2 in his 1958 Ford skyliner was a thrill. Riding along with my grandma's sister when she was 71 and out of her mind with alzheimer's, eh not so good.
The urge to merge into a life of devotion is haunting me. It's calling out to me and I don't know how to reply. Should I answer and see what the questions are? Should I even let them know I'm in the room to answer the door? What door?
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