"driving on the highway in the springtime excited them. the windows were always down - they had bought the mustang like that and they weren't even sure if they actually did go up. with her long hair blowing a messy frame around her face, he often had a difficult time concentrating on the road. sometimes, they drove for long periods of time in silence. sometimes the only map they followed was the one of their hearts. riding on the cusp of winter and summer thrilled them beyond any explanation. they were between seasons and without a single care - everything was simple"
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