And the closer we got to the coast, the fog hung up in the tree tops, and every little curve in the road made my soul smile because not knowing what’s ahead used to scare the shit out of me.
We run, we walk, we eat, we write. If I could just get these Bitches to type.
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And the closer we got to the coast, the fog hung up in the tree tops, and every little curve in the road made my soul smile because not knowing what’s ahead used to scare the shit out of me.
Suddenly her petting his lap didn’t seem as weird.
