So I'm leaving the Publix with a few last minute groceries for the weekend (Keg Weekend. Everyone wish me luck- big relationship stress-test dead ahead!), and a familiar scenario encroaches on my mental preparations for dinner and weekend. A beat up car, music blaring slows down as it passes me, and a teenage boy leans out the window, grinning.
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