There are cops on our street again.
There is mud in the driveway that makes it hard to leave.
There is a door on the upper part of our roof that I have never seen inside.
Today's feature is 'Have to drive'.
Everyone suffers from wanderlust occasionally.
An urge to drive back roads listening to music.
An urge to drive back roads listening to music.
An urge to be lost, and have the satisfying realization that at that moment no one knows where you are.
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