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Written on 9/26/2005 – 8:31 pm | by keysinunez.com | 268 Views

I usually talk to the driver when I ride cabs. Funny thing was, I was silent as a rock. He was doing all the talking. I only managed to let out a stiffled chuckle on his insights. He was talking about why there were so many damn prostitutes at three o’clock in the afternoon. I just stared at him blankly. Maybe I was too tired to speak. Tsss! My frustrations are killing me.


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