You don't need to sneak out of my parents house. All of the sneaking out occurred over ten years ago. Now we're comfortably in the next era. Decisions are mine and friendly reasonable girls are likely to be offered breakfast if they happen to last here until the morning.
Horse-abouts with ancient rapist-vans; men looking like a fruit-bag wrapped in a rainbow - maybe that's different. I hope that's who I am. I sincerely hope I can fill those shoes. It makes me happy in life, but it might not be something you want to rattle around in your daughter's bed at night. Respectfully, I walked out while nobody was paying much attention. Today began. With a peck on the lips and a key in the ignition.