Windows down. Sunroof open. Less than Jake playing loudly. Seventy degrees farenheight. Forty Five miles per hour. Strawberry frosted pop tart. I felt in love. You know that feeling? Just so in love that nothing could possibly bother you? I wanted to drive forever like that. There could not be a nicer day than today. And I had to go to class. But you know what? I didn't mind. Because on the way to class I got to drive there. With my pop tart and the breeze and the music and everything was so great. Even in January.
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