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"Sounds like a plan then," nodded Nathan as noted the marker for the next rest stop.
Antonio began to stir as he tried to raise his arms, but instead hit the roof of the convertible. "Huh? You put the top back on?" He asked with a yawn.
"Of course. Don't want you boys to fry in your seats," he chuckled.
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So life gave you lemons. Dilemma is...make lemonade, pie, or squirt life in the eye? I say do all three if you have enough of them.
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