California was cruising around to the radio still looking for her man in black. Sometimes she would say her black man but often that would offend Alabama who was still riding in the trunk. Every now and then he would pop it open on a stop and ride behind the passenger’s seat. The square metal center bearing the Arizona license plate clinked and chunked up, sand fell from between the connection points.
Glub Bubbles, Big-Un's, Keypurrs, bobbers...stories...mostly.
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