I never asked for company. 

Didn’t issue an invitation on my journey either.

So how the heck did you get here?

I have enough baggage,

No passengers on my plane,

No backseat drivers either.

I suggest you get off at the next stop.

Actually- I’ve been here with you before.

Let me pullover.

This is your stop.

Haul


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