Maybe it's a long, long time ago and I've been dreaming. Sam (Lily) is driving off down that dirt road by Dunn's tomb where we all dared each other to visit after midnight. We have nicknames for our cars; your van Puppy, Sam's car Bilipot. I always loved that name and even named a garden-dwelling cat Bilipot when I lived in Turkey. He was six floors down and always looking up for me to drop treats. But, maybe that was all a dream too. And, as I get out of the car to pee, Bilipot drives off hastefully with a car full of giggling teenagers as I'm left in the absolutely surreal dark.
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