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Feb 2020
Driving

Both of us said
nothing

We had to
leave the house

Stopping

I looked at him
and he at me

I smiled
he nodded

"She is not my Karen,"
he said,
"I lost her last May."

I pressed the gas
and the car moved
forward

So are we
What do you think?
Written by
Kyle Duran  31/M/Milwaukee, WI
(31/M/Milwaukee, WI)   
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