"...ain't no freedom like the last day of school..." ("Ain't No Woman Like You", Trace Adkins)
There's also nothing like riding down a country road on a cool summer night in my boyfriend's truck, with the windows rolled down, the wind blowing my hair, and country music blaring out the speakers. My clothes smell like campfire, and there's dirt on my feet from all the walking, exploring, and playing we did.
It's just the end of beautiful day of freedom.
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