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4.3.2002
Take the car out on a friday night, even when you have nothing to do and no where to go. Get on that secluded belt way and drive as fast as you dare or as fast as the can handle. Watch the progression of streetlights as they pass by you so fast they are only streaks of light. Roll down all the windows and rest your elbow out the side. Don't forget to keep the moonroof open. One hand on the stick shift, the other on the steering wheel. Both tapping out some unknown rhythm. Feel the wind whip through your hair. And don't forget to blast the music you're listening to. The one that makes you want to ride to the end of the world. . . . . . posted:||2:07 AM . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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