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And it was so amazing, the way the wind was screaming as we shot through the cool desert night, and the way the sound of your voice was stolen away from you as soon as you let it out, no matter how loud you shouted. From the back of the truck we yelled at the sky and the rocks and the night and the cold and the road and we yelled and yelled and we lived wildly for a night. We were overflowing with passion and laughter, and every word was a whole story, every sight was a dazzling display, and every sound was a symphony. Our hearts were so full of love and excitement for everything, and all we could do was explode with it, shower it and scream about it. We had to try and fill the empty spaces of air with our energy, so we let it all out, and we were happy. Everything was working out, and I've never felt that way again. It was pure magic, and when I think about it I feel chilled and quietly wild.
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Muthtard?! Don't let'th be thilly. Lemon, now that'th different...
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