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Unformatted text preview: Lyndsay Hall July 21, 2010 The Simple Things We make this drive nearly every week, at the same time on the same day. It was Friday, approaching 6 p.m., and the wind was blowing through the car windows. Tommy, my boyfriend, and I have the same ritual every time we come down here: turn up the volume on the stereo, put in a Sublime CD, and let the wind be our air conditioning. We sing along for an hour, knowing every word on the album, until we reach our destination: my house in Key Largo, Florida. We veer off of US-1 and turn onto Cartsound Road, to avoid all the traffic of cars eager to reach the beautiful ocean surrounding the Florida Keys. Tommy and I are no exception, and the small number of cars on the road allows us to reach speeds of around 70 mph. This road is lined with trees, ranging in heights and sizes that make up, what appears to be, a dense forest. There are no houses, no businesses, and seemingly no life outside of the cars driving down the long stretch of road. It just feels like Tommy and I, together, relaxing after our long, drawn out week. I can hear Tommy mumbling song lyrics under his breath, something he is typically too embarrassed to do. I put my hand on his leg and smile up at him....
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This note was uploaded on 06/05/2011 for the course MMC 3602 taught by Professor Suris during the Spring '10 term at FIU.
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