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» I always love a road trip. Driving across the endless empty miles of western America, the radio going at full blast, good friends stuffing you with endless snacks—what’s not to enjoy? This trip was just me and my mates off to visit family. My

I always love a road trip. Driving across the endless empty miles of western America,

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