paved two-lane highway that we cruised down. The top was down as the bright yellow Ford Mustang glided its way along the curvy path. Sunrays were pouring down onto our skin, as cool ocean air massaged our faces and caressed our hair. Waves crashing against the boulders and onto the shore could clearly be heard as the car hummed along the highway. Even to this day, I can still remember the salty taste in my mouth and how it lingered on my lips. Most of all, I can still remember how the car filled with the aromas of t
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