I remember being three years old, in the backseat of my parents' Ford Escort at the stoplight at Washington and Rockville. I was at that stoplight a lot, and I always thought that the stoplight looked like a face with a red eye, yellow nose, and mouth that was white when on (open) and blue when closed (off). Anyhow, this one time in particular, I
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