The kind of person who always calls out the first rain drop.
Escaping fatality,
In reality,
On a technicality.
Feeling lost at the expense of being honest.
Paid six hundred dollars, tipped with a promise.
Transaction complete.
No receipt.
Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 12:12 AM UTC
The kind of person who always calls out the first rain drop.
Escaping fatality,
In reality,
On a technicality.
Feeling lost at the expense of being honest.
Paid six hundred dollars, tipped with a promise.
Transaction complete.
No receipt.
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