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Moved
She was sitting there in the passengers seat when the song came on, in her mind, she drifted off to a place she loved as a young girl. Dancing, white tennis shoes bouncing, blue jean skirt twirling, her soul moving her feet along to the beat on the radio.
And as the song ended, she opened her eyes and glanced over with a smile on her face, as he asked, what were you thinking about just now?
She responded with...oh, something funny someone said yesterday.
Luckily, he didn't require any more explanation.
And as the song ended, she opened her eyes and glanced over with a smile on her face, as he asked, what were you thinking about just now?
She responded with...oh, something funny someone said yesterday.
Luckily, he didn't require any more explanation.
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