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I live between almost and ouch— a small sun nagging from the dash. Month‑end thins like a wiper blade; the road ignores your maths. Billboards grin big teeth and cheap miles; wind counts coins in the vents. You hum as if songs burn slower. You tap the gauge—stubborn truth. We slide, careful, past promises. Make a plan, and make it kind.
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I live between almost and ouch, a small sun nagging at your dashboard. End-of-month wears thin as a wiper blade; the road pretends not to hear your maths. Billboards grin with big teeth and cheap miles. The wind counts coins in the vents. You hum louder, as if songs burn slower. Then you tap the gauge like a stubborn truth. We slide—gentle, careful—past promises. Make a plan, then make it kind.
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