The road drones as I run away,
one eye ahead, one on the rearview.
I squint and strain, blue-white beams on my tail.
Twin beams, staring, keeping distant pace.
You say, "It's been five years and we barely know each other."
My pointed tongue and its egalitarian wit shot back,
"Well, that's half my fault and half yours, dear."
"Half yours" second...
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