The all new Honda HLV Hybrid is a very good looking car.

So here we are on the radio where it's clean lines can't distract from its other qualities,

like its spacious interior, advanced safety features, a standard connectivity, oh hang on.

Are some of you searching online for a picture of it?

Okay, it's gorgeous, but you know what? Go to a showroom, see it in person, maybe even test drive it.

It's not all about looks, Honda, the power of dreams.

The couch reaked of cigarette smoke ash and body odor,

who has faded yellow like the wallpaper, it's springs creaking loudly as I sat down.

Smells like it. I thought to myself, surveying my late father's living room and it's

precarious stacks of old books and magazines. I couldn't help but sigh.

It was going to take forever to clean this space up. A fat cockroach ventured out of the couch cushions

and began to scuttle across my bare arm. I stood up feeling sick and saw several more of varying

sizes abandoning the couch like a sinking ship. It's a good thing I brought rubber gloves,

I thought to myself, flinging the large bug off my arm and an N95.

I was about to put those things on when the lights in the house went out all at once.

It was suddenly pitch black inside a living room and silent.

The humming background noise of electronics and home appliances continuously absent.

I could only hear the thought of my heart, my ears accompanied by a nocturnal orchestra's crickets

inside the window. Why had I chosen to come here at night to clean up?

I mean it was spooky enough as it was just being inside this house,

especially after you died last month sitting right here in this favorite recliner.

Ghosts felt so much realer in the night when nobody else was around.

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