It poured off her tongue like the sun warms the ocean, a casual fight. An accident. Its repercussions unintended, at least for today. Pain like this is better put off until tomorrow. But not her pain. For her, it’s just more shit to deal with. Nope. No pain for this special girl. Just special enough not to shed others’ tears. For he is a big boy and can’t deny his fellow man of his turn. Next stop, the freeway. No tollway. A girl on her own. A boy on his.