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Walking up the ornate door, slowly. The details on the finely polished wood seem to glisten as I got closer to it. Looking down I see a blotch on the beautiful color. An ugly, old padlock, sitting there, mocking all those who come by it.
The limo came p to the curb, we climbed in with exuberant cstasy. Prom night. Its finally prom night. I refused to allow rebecca blacks horrible rendition of prom night cross through my mind, but just by thinking that, i already did. Oh and here comes friday now too. Its friday, friday...ugh oh the joys of teen pop sensations.
It stretches, it carries the luxurious, the fortunate, the oblivious. What is in a limo that one cannot find in the streets of your mind. Your mind, as similar to the limo can carry all that the limo does, if one believes it can.