I was a fourth-grader when I peered over the bench seat of my father’s big ol’ boat of a car, saw him push open the driver’s door and scoop the newspaper from the driveway. He shook it open and my eyes grew wide. The entire top half of the .
I was a fourth-grader when I peered over the bench seat of my father’s big ol’ boat of a car, saw him push open the driver’s door and scoop the newspaper from the driveway. He shook it open and my eyes grew wide. The entire top half of the .
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