What are the lights? A car? Joggers? Aliens?
A jeep.
The lights come from down the old dirt road, riding along the bumps and curves. When it gets to me, it stops. In the drivers seat, sits a beautiful girl. She seemed to be a walking clich
The lights come from down the old dirt road, riding along the bumps and curves. When it gets to me, it stops. In the drivers seat, sits a beautiful girl. She seemed to be a walking clich
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