A little boy asks. words shaking shudder of unknown twirl in the spine
"Sure..
The girl hand is held by him
Road lights
Stores about to close
Rich.. Poor
High.. Average
Spoiled.. Mature
Likeliness.. No support
A song sung by him, and being a prayer
"She is my sunshine
"She makes me happy when the skies are gray
"You don't know dear how much i love her
"Please, don't ever take my sunshine away
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