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Miles of road ahead. Windows down. Hair everywhere. 85 on 85. Or the occasional 100. Crazy people on bikes. Loud music. Watching trees go by. Yelling at people on the highway. Going on the other side of the city. No parents, just us. Not a care in the world. Just hanging out. Meeting new people. Seeing old people. Laughing. Concerts. Making out. Eyes, hair, and mouths. Blue sharpies. Screaming. Getting lost. Finding our way home. Just getting home. Golf carts. Staying up until 6 in the morning. The sun is going down. We’re watching it. It doesn’t get better than this. Time is up. Back to reality.