My favorite snow was when we drove back to Frostburg together and we did not want to go back. It was already snowing. We took the longest way back we could including driving on route 40. Well along the way we found a hunting overlook and pulled over. I remember making out together and we opened the moon roof in the 4 runner. We just held hands kissed and watched the snow fall. Every time it snows it brings me back to this.
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