We hit the night, colliding through the lights reveling in our freedom. Wrong turns prevailed, but all was made good with some Double Cheeseburgers and Orange Juice. Devouring this concoction of the gods, our heads raced harder with each street we hit closer to our divine destination. We give our names, get our tags and head into the throng.
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