H and I had to drive to Michigan yesterday. It's a thirteen hour drive, on a good day. And H? Well, he's good for ten straight hours on the road. After that, things begin to fall apart. He's the first to admit it. No amount of blue skies, disco music, or sunflower seeds can stop the cabin fever from …
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