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The Same MiniVan Stealing My Parking Spot

It doesn't say my name, but the parking spot is mine. I hear stupid stories from boys who are bad whisperers. I wait at the red light to feel a flaw in my orange and yellow slinky. I see a whole flower in the hallway from a lost lover. Throughout the rest of my day I notice a tattoo that draws me in. I notice a lot of glances from a crush, in a small amount of time. The parking space doesn't say my name on it. So maybe the parking spot isn't mine.

The Same MiniVan Stealing My Parking Spot

It doesn't say my name, but the parking spot is mine. I hear stupid stories from boys who are bad whisperers. I wait at the red light to...