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free bird by lynyrd skynyrd

"if i leave here tomorrow. would you still remember me? for i must be traveling on, now. cause there's too many places i've got to see."

a small backpack with about 400 hundred dollars and some clothes. money means nothing, life call the tune as we dance. i will find away to make it.

i sat in my car just about to pull off before bigi knocks on my window. i look over as he's pointing down signing for me to unlock the door. he takes a seat and closes the door.

" you're not really going are you?"

"yes, i am."

"what are you expecting to get of this?"

"look around bigi, this town is shit, im existing not living. don't blame me for wanting something better. you won't be able to do this ten years from now—just leave everything behind and go. now get out or you're coming with me." my attitude increasing by every word exiting my mouth

"i am coming with you." he cracks the door and pulls in a bag tossing it in my backseat. "set sails, winter."

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