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Who do these little girls think they're fooling?
I see your beady little over-made up eyes going up and down in your rearview mirror, or in my rearview mirror. I see you weaving back and forth to the edges of your lane, drifting aimlessly, at 75 mph.
I see your smug little grin because Susie said Bobby will be at the Malt Shop after classes and you just KNOW he wants to marry you and have your babies.
(Or rather: B sez u b 2 MS @ 4 him 2 k?)
Put. Your. Freaking. Phone. Away. And. Drive. The life you save may be mine.
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