034. 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘...

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All Too Well (10 minute version)Taylor Swift 3:55 ——•——————————𝑾𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

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All Too Well
(10 minute version)
Taylor Swift
3:55 ——•——————————
𝑾𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

















𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒈𝒐.
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𝑶𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓



























𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒌𝒆'𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒋𝒆𝒆𝒑 rolled up to the curb in front of Jody's house, its engine purring like it was auditioning for the "Fast and the Furious" spin-off no one asked for. Jovi barely glanced back at the porch, where Ares leaned against the railing with a smug grin, arms crossed.

"Really?" Ares called out, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're seriously doing this? What's next? Couples yoga? Matching tattoos? Or, oh wait, how about a playlist called 'Cliché Love Songs for People Who Should Know Better'?"

Jovi rolled her eyes so hard she swore she caught a glimpse of her own brain cells trying to escape. Ignoring him was the only sane option. She grabbed her duffel bag, and jogged to the Jeep, a grin spreading across her face as Blake leaned out of the driver's window.

"You ready, Winchester?" he asked, his eyes sparkling.

"Born ready," Jovi shot back, throwing her bag into the backseat before climbing into the passenger side. She didn't miss the way Blake's gaze lingered on her for just a second longer than usual, and it made her grin widen.

As she settled in, Blake reached over and gave her thigh a playful squeeze. "Let's hit the road."

The Jeep rumbled off, leaving Ares in the rearview mirror muttering something Jovi couldn't hear — and didn't care to.

The drive was smooth, the kind that made it feel like the world outside the car didn't matter. Blake had his favorite playlist on shuffle, a mix of classic rock and guilty-pleasure pop songs that Jovi teased him about but shamelessly enjoyed.

At one point, Jovi turned to him, feigning offense as she caught him humming along. "You, Blake Winslow, are a closet Taylor Swift fan, and that's hilarious."

"Hey, don't knock 'blank space'" Blake said, holding up a finger for emphasis. "That song is a masterpiece, and you know it."

Jovi burst out laughing, and the sound filled the Jeep, light and carefree. For the first time in days, she felt like herself again.

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