One Broken Rule
Photograph by KoolShooters
My boy was all grown up, and free to be and do as he pleased.
But we had a rule.
He wouldn't get into a car with a drunk driver.
We had a rule.
No drunk driver who couldn't walk straight or slurred.
One rule.
He would stay put and call us or take a taxi home.
We had one rule.
But we had a rule.
He wouldn't get into a car with a drunk driver.
We had a rule.
No drunk driver who couldn't walk straight or slurred.
One rule.
He would stay put and call us or take a taxi home.
We had one rule.
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