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She likes to ride in his car when they have nothing else better to do. They end up taking their shirts off, despite the wind blowing in the open windows, sweat beads running down their torsos. She's got a hand out the window, moving it along with the wind as it glides over and under her hand.

Her hair whips around to hit her in the face, but with the boy she loves across from her, she doesn't mind the minor inconvenience.

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