| but she was at work all day. The big window on the front of her house looks directly at the monument, on the other side of the valley. I used to love "getting lost" on the way to pick her up. Then we'd "get lost" on the roads back there getting to where ever we were going. It would take no less than 3 hours to make the 20 mile round trip to get her before we lived together. Then I would volunteer to drive her to her work at the time (the Elias Cole, you should have passed it on rt23). Everyone she worked with would tell her that they think they'd see me driving around the area. "Some blacked out Lambo-looking car hauling ass like it's his job." Man, I love those roads. /reminiscing
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