The 3AM Soda Cans

The 3AM Soda Cans

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Sun went down as the smiles went to snores, The sky turned hues as the gears changed, It was a tale of five knuckleheads, who bantered more on whose riding the shotgun than deciding whose gonna drive. It wasn't just a road trip; it was their chance,8 To live again and completely. They penned their moments, their memories into words; the road they measured not with numbers but the intensity of their glee. It was a book which was bound to be found. someone found it and now she was bound to it. they also loved drinking soda cans at 3AM.
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