Well, that night he showed his mom the pic of the truck, and she told him it was beautiful, and he did'nt like that. It was'nt supposed to be beautiful, it was supposed to be mean. He knew what she meant though, thats what she always said when she liked something. He showed his brother, and he said it looked cool. He was set. He put the picture on his wall, where he could look at it and dream. This was the kind of truck he would be getting, he had already decided.
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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