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Floating on air as if it's not there. Rubber Underneath bumping beneath. The glass beside that magically floats down. Is usually smeared and squiels with sound. The seats are comfy and rides are bumpy. When we're on our way in the car today.
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Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 4:04 AM UTC
In The Car...
Floating on air as if it's not there. Rubber Underneath bumping beneath. The glass beside that magically floats down. Is usually smeared and squiels with sound. The seats are comfy and rides are bumpy. When we're on our way in the car today.
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Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 4:04 AM UTC
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