As I coast down 95 south, watching out for nhp, I hear they're out looking for speeders, my mind rounds on Omaha, Christmas Shopping Mall, Thursday. I shiver as the heat pours out of the vents. I don't ask why, there is no answer. I don't ask because every answer would be different and yet, the same.
It could happen anywhere, there, here, somewhere else. The malls are full, shoppers run around looking for the ultimate gift that will do what nothing else can, or has, done before; invoke love. In the midst who of us will not stop and shiver and think.
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