A school bus filled with high school girls and a black sports car drifting between cars/ switching lanes in hopes of catching their attention. Finally, he sticks his hand out of the window with a large paper with his number written across it. Is that paper always stored in the glove compartment, waiting on stand by for a bus full of tweens or an SUV filled with hopeless romantics or something of the like? They giggled and stared. I just shook my head, I guess. This is what they do. We drove past palaces and a few girls called out, this one's mine! We took them bowling; energy drinks for the young and restless (sorry, I had to). Tomorrow is a new day.

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