You're in a car.
Not just a car.
It's a BMW.
It has red walls.
Not just red walls.
Blood red walls.
There's a speaker.
Not just a speaker.
A speaker in the middle seat.
You have a weight on your lap.
You look next to you, a shadow.
You peer front, a voice.
Not just weights.
Not just shadows.
Not just voices.
Not just weights you'd happily carry.
Not just shadows you'd teasingly wait for.
Not just voices you'd patiently listen to.
Weightless weights.
Illuminating shadows.
Listening voices.
You look again.
No, not just someone.
Not just somebody.
Not just anybody.
You grin and let out a laugh.
Not weights,
Not shadows,
Not voices.
Friends.
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