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Title: Short Story
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October 1, 2006 |
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I love the feeling of wind going through my hair and going so fast in my new car. I used to dream about going for drives with friends every night before I got my license. I only recently got my license. My friends, all still without cars are constantly calling me asking me if we can go for a drive... Showed first 250 characters
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I love the feeling of wind going through my hair and going so fast in my new car. I used to dream about going for drives with friends every night before I got my license. I only recently got my license. My friends, all still without cars are constantly calling me asking me if we can go for a drive... Showed next 250 characters
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