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There's something hopeful and nostalgic and magical and unreachable here. I'm longing for something, what is it? Is it possible that I'm 17 years old, in the passenger seat of my best friend's car, riding down an empty back road with my feet out the window, laughing and singing and yelling and feeling because we're young and alive and together? that_shae_person