She doesn’t talk to me.
Not while I drive.
She looks out the window.
I can’t stand it.
Being ignored.
I pull over.
She looks at me.
I look back.
I tell her I love her.
And then I kiss her.
I kiss her on the side of the road.
I uncross her fingers.
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Crossed Fingers
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