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The grocery store felt festive, everybody bustling and crowded yet somehow jolly in that rushed-city way. I don't usually hold with Christmas music being played before Thanksgiving, but it was playing and it was good as I bought my Italian dressing.
On the way home I turned up the music and played air piano on the steering wheel and sometimes I couldn't stand the joy and I'd clap my hands together and grin at nothing. If I had not been driving I would have been twirling around in circles like a mad woman. My thoughts were disorganized but they felt like one big prayer.
The stop lights looked like Christmas lights.
On the way home I turned up the music and played air piano on the steering wheel and sometimes I couldn't stand the joy and I'd clap my hands together and grin at nothing. If I had not been driving I would have been twirling around in circles like a mad woman. My thoughts were disorganized but they felt like one big prayer.
The stop lights looked like Christmas lights.