His Secret Obsession
The kind of place you can't catch me dead in, somewhere you are sure to find satanic rituals it's somewhere in a creepy house.
The kind of place where mailboxes with family names in cursive writing are placed and lawns are adorned with plastic flamingos.
Kids riding bicycles in the streets, laughing and playing, yet this gloomy cloud hung in the air, winds blew almost perfectly and everyone seemed to be chatty and cherry with each other.
Strangers passing by said hello to each other and smoke from a barbecue filled the air as Kira and I drove past the busy streets.
During the drive, Kira and I didn't talk much, Something happened to us in that little hideout, something we still both felt.
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