"According to the Texas Department of Transportation, one person is killed every year while painting stripes on that states roads and highways. Describe one of these events."
Marshall Himmicks stood on the side of the road, looking up at the texas night sky. the smell of sweet grass was on the night wind, he could here the whisper of the grass, and the gentle snores of cows. he reached into the back of his truck, and pulled out his tool, and a can of paint. He walked out to the middle of the road, and crouched, a small smile on his face. He loved this job. He always got home just as the sun came up, to find His Lovely Lanie sitting on the porch with two cups of coffee.
They would sit on the wicker seat, and not say a word, but just hold hands until they were both done with the coffee. He would stand, and she would follow, kissing him on the lips- the sweetest kisses-a kiss good night.
Marshall Himmicks smiled, and realized he had spaced. he opened his eyes slowly, almost not wanting to leave his day dream,, with its oranged tinted grass, and the slow rising sun- and of course the sweetest kisses he had ever known. and as he didn't dreadfully open his eyes, a car hit him from behind, crushing Marshall Himmicks into his paint.
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