[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i] Car - On The Road Again -- New Orleans, Louisiana 
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	Ezekiel grinned at Kristin’s statement. [color=#EEE8AA]”Hence why I play guitar and don’t sing. My hands are far more talented,”[/color] he said, wiggling his fingers and winked suggestively. Ezekiel liked the way Janelle spoke about music. It made his smile change to something more soft and endearing, something real. [color=#EEE8AA]”Music was the only thing that kept me moving forward.”[/color] Ezekiel wasn’t often an open person but if you could get him on the subject of music, he just seemed to open. 
	Kristin suggested a game and the magic of Ezekiel’s tender moment vanished. [color=#EEE8AA]”Oh gods, please no. Can’t we just sit in silence for a while. Aren’t you tired of hearing my voice?”[/color] There was no point of car ride games like I Spy or the License plate game.