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June 5, 2004
Driving down the highway late at night, heat filtering through the crack in the window waiting to call you Melissa Ferrick plays softly in the background as the phone rings once twice three times and your soft and breathy "hello" makes my pulse race makes my mind stutter to find the words that I'd so carefully rehearsed before I called lights flashing as cars pass me by, driving thirty miles over the speed limit in my excitement each sentence you utter shoots through my body and ends up as pressure on the gas pedal racing through the city sneaking calls