Once, when I was going to go spend the summer with my grandparents, I heard that my uncle would pick me up in his convertible. Eleven year old me was beyond excited. In my head, the car would be red and go fast, the wind would blow my hair back from my face, I would peer at the changing landscape with my awesome sunglasses like a movie heroine (at
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Wonderfully written. One vote here.
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