Road. For the next five hours there would be nothing but road, his phone, and his earbuds. Christian camp was honestly the last thing Terry wanted to do. But his mom found it to be something "Jesus told them to do". His music was his escape. Whenever he was sad or just wanted to not exist for a while, his music was his go to. He didn't have a girlfriend or a boyfriend. But he always had friends. He didn't have a lot but the ones he did have were true friends. His music was soft and eventually he drifted of to sleep...
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