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Feb 2015
He is the rock song that soars out the windows as I drive down the highway, ten miles over the speed limit.

He is my angry parents standing by the front door as I pull into the driveway, ten minutes past curfew.

He is my eyelids growing heavy and trying to stay open as I try to stay awake, ten minutes past bed time.
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