Everyone complains, but you get used to living next to the interstate - soon it's like a sailor longing for the sound of the ocean with the white noise lulling you into sleep. I was laying in bed having trouble sleeping and noticed the sound stopped. I ran outside and it was empty, all of it, wait, who is that and why is he running away from me?
(Story inspired by The Wife's idea for a story, image borrowed from someone's flickr account.)
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