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A brand new day. The morning sun floods the car. I am lying in the back seat with a black and white checkered blanket over me. Remy was sleeping on the floor of the car, but know he is writing something on a notepad.

"What are you writing?" I ask Remy. He turns to me.

" Oh you're awake. Would you like to get breakfast?" He smiles. I am starving now that I think about it. Wait, don't get sidetracked Violet!

"Yes, but you still didn't answer me," I tell him. His face drops and he turns to his notepad.

" I am making a to-do list," Remy says.

"Oh, why?"

" You'll see... Now how about we go get some breakfast?"

"Alright, hey do you have a radio?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Turn it on, do you know what station the alternative music is on?"

"HELL YEAH," Remy yells, " Oh sorry, didn't mean to startle you."

"You're fine," I smile. Remy leans over to the radio and turns it on. Mr. Doctorman by Palaye Royale was on. Pretty soon Remy and I started singing along!

"Mr. Doctorman, questions his hands. Lost his mind but chemically fine!" We sing. Then Remy started to drive.

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