Ĵдɱǐ to You.
Ⓜ☋sﻯⅱⅽ is ℇverywhere
Åll You Have To Do ḯs
A bright silver car pulled into Carmel Beach, delivering its passenger to their long-awaited vacation. Jami turned the key and killed the engine, and all was silent. That is, to anyone that didn't have an iPod blasting music into their ear. So, it wasn't really blasting and it wasn't what most people consider music. But hey, he could listen to Mozart if he wanted. There was no law against that...was there?
The blonde haired boy stepped out of the car and opened the trunk. He grabbed one of the two bags he had brought and shut the trunk, then shut the door from which he had gotten out of. He sat up on the hood and pulled out his phone.
Hola mis amigos. Where is everyone?--Jami--
He sent the text to his friends and waited. His foot tapped to the song and he closed his eyes. A smile danced upon his lips as he listened to the wonderful melody.
ℒisten
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