Don't ever ask me where I go.

[rain_or_shine]

My face was virtually pressed against the window as I tried as hard as I could to take in the morphing California landscape gracefully sweeping past my field of vision. My head bumped gently, but occasionally painfully, against the tinted glass. There were the trails, the parks, the reserves, the wide open spaces gently confined by the Santa Monica

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[blublayze]

Mm, I really like when you write.