Every once in a while, my father will drive me to some great places. But the destination doesn't matter so much. Instead, I like listening to him sing, playing with the radio, or watching the white dashes on the street go by so fast that they look like one giant white line. I wish that time paused on the road. That it would just stay at 7:18 pm. Then we wouldn't have to put the brakes on our trip anytime soon.
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