Lana. LANA. LANAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

I've calmed down from my constantly driving 85 mph days, but every now and then a song comes on. One that gets the adrenaline pumping causing me to tighten the grip of the wheel and heavies the right foot. It pushes me into a place where many bad things could happen. Some would call it a highway to a zone... which…

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