To Uncle Joe,
I drive your old car now. It still smells like your cigarettes and I refuse to clean it. Don't tell anyone I cried at a stoplight.
someone I lost · Jun 2026
To Uncle Joe,
I drive your old car now. It still smells like your cigarettes and I refuse to clean it. Don't tell anyone I cried at a stoplight.
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