"Billy, do you still remember the time when we both fight to our bones,cutting through flesh and blood?"
Billy and I stick our head out of the window, seeing through the empty road of weeds and pebbles, laughing as our companion complains that we speak too loud. Our companion namely Author, as his name explains his silence and bookish look, quietly lies on the bed at the edge of our van.433Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi7Alnx7RF3
"Come on, author, we all know that we haven't been out for a good old road trip, for god knows how long. Why don't you say something and give us a little chat too?"
Tick tock, tick tock, the clock on the bus remain as steady as ever. As we roll down the road, the spirit of time follows us, and as it follows, we run. There is something odd as you can see, Billy, Author and I are all white-haired old chunks, and yet we behave like kids, like the old times.
Heading toward the end of the journey, may it be heaven or hell.
Anyway, we are all enjoying the last road trip of our life.
"Busy working for forty years? Author? And we are both at the same path now."
The bus keep roaming, and Author thus remains silent.
"Welcome, my old friend."
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