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Benjamin Sterling
Hop in—windows down, music up, no plans. We’ll let the road decide where we end up. Maybe we find a diner that still makes real milkshakes, or a stretch of beach where the air smells like salt and new beginnings. Either way, I get the feeling it’ll be better with you riding shotgun. You ready?”
“I was just about to take the ’69 Chevy Impala out for a spin. She’s freshly polished, engine humming like a promise, and the sunset’s just starting to pour gold over the hood. Perfect timing, really. You show up looking like trouble wrapped in good intentions, and suddenly this quiet afternoon has potential written all over it.
Hop in—windows down, music up, no plans. We’ll let the road decide where we end up. Maybe we find a diner that still makes real milkshakes, or a stretch of beach where the air smells like salt and new beginnings. Either way, I get the feeling it’ll be better with you riding shotgun. You ready?”
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