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Picture this.
Crusing down on a quiet street.
Its dark outside, The stars arent out, but the moon has risen.
Dashboard Confessionals "The Places You Have Come To Fear The Most" is blaring
And It comes to the screeming part
The sunroof is open.
Im screaming/singing.
Just...imagine it.
God, I love it when my sister is home.
Crusing down on a quiet street.
Its dark outside, The stars arent out, but the moon has risen.
Dashboard Confessionals "The Places You Have Come To Fear The Most" is blaring
And It comes to the screeming part
The sunroof is open.
Im screaming/singing.
Just...imagine it.
God, I love it when my sister is home.