you remind me of a boy I know,
beautiful to look at
but you kind of make me sick
(not to mention, I needed you to get where I am now)
the only good thing about a 5 hour road trip up, down and around mountains, driven by your uncle who feels the need to turn his head around completely to look you in the eye while talking (and by default driving into the other lane, and or /on coming traffic, sharing the backseat with your Giant brother and niece without air conditiong (so we opened the windows to the delighfult scent of cow poo) and a tendency to get motion sickness...is the view...and the company :)
I can't speak for the hills, but i'm definitely alive and Happy as hell
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