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Get in, drive away. Green grass and the edge of summer and your hand in mine, because this is the last great adventure. The last big thing. And we're rocketing toward the end, you and me, but tonight is our night. Ours and theirs and there's photo evidence that once, you loved me too.
Mine, heavy on my back, all 70-odd some pounds of you and what am I supposed to do with this for eight days?
Think about you and keep walking, most likely.