"I love how you turn a simple subject like lollipops and gas stations into poetry without a thought", I told her, taking a turn that made her head hit the window. She mouthed "Ow" but said nothing as she held her hand to her head. "Oh, sorry about that. You okay?"I asked, sneaking a glance at her.She nodded and bit her lip, making it turn a yellowish white. It looked like it hurt more than hitting her head. "So, why a lollipop, huh?I mean a lollipop that's handmade by an old lady for her grandson to sell in his gas station". She shrugged, finally releasing the pressure on her lip.

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