So, I'm sitting in my car with a person who's not really there, Stan Bush blasting up my speakers. I miss my Dad, and I'm all alone today. I know I could have gone to the hospital with my Mom, but I'd rather cry in private. Sure he'll be alright, but I'm worried about our jobs. He might get fired.
As much as I hate that place, I'm grateful for a job for my father, mother, sister, and myself.
I could really use you right now Optimus Prime. I need you.
Love you,
-lulu.bell
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