For my birthday, Travis took me to the So You Think You Can Dance tour. It was awesome. The music was loud, the dancing was impressive, and Travis had a better time than he thought he would at an event mostly attended by teenage girls. As we were leaving we almost died. We had to cross over some metro tracks, and as we creeped over them, the huge arm that blocks traffic started coming down. We saw the metro coming, and my life flashed before my eyes. Travis threw the car into reverse and hit the gas. We hit the car behind us. I told him it was better than getting hit by a train. I stand by that.
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