And when I do, I see him looking enviously at me. Maybe it's the fact that I always have at least two women in the car, different ones all the time. Or just the car itself, as luxury as you can get, though not a sports car, which wouldn't be roomy enough for my purposes.
But maybe it's just the fact that I got out, while he's trapped. Trapped where I used to be. And he has to watch me in his car, with his women.
Ain't life sweet.
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