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Hair whips your face as you cruise away from life, from ******** from internet & TV. Thank God the windows roll down automatically in your hotbox of a car, because You don't have time to waste thinking about rolling down windows - the weather is hot and sunny, You need to get on the move. And besides, your music is too loud to even manage thinking about well, anything. Blast off. Sun-scorched leather burns your thighs, sweat glues you to the seat. It's not glorious, it's swamp *** But I'll take it.
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Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
Warm Weather ******
Hair whips your face as you cruise away from life, from ******** from internet & TV. Thank God the windows roll down automatically in your hotbox of a car, because You don't have time to waste thinking about rolling down windows - the weather is hot and sunny, You need to get on the move. And besides, your music is too loud to even manage thinking about well, anything. Blast off. Sun-scorched leather burns your thighs, sweat glues you to the seat. It's not glorious, it's swamp *** But I'll take it.
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Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
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