White pavement under tires had never been greeted with such wishful thinking and dull dreams as they had on nights like these. Firefly’s and slow songs reminded her of nothing but empty summer memories left to remain locked up in the attic. Collecting dust is all she seemed to be good at these days, and sitting there with her memories even now she
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everytime...i think of death cab i think of you...
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