"Wait, isn't that Tommy's bike? He said he had to stay home today, what's he doing over there?! Why I'm going to... Oops, that's not his bike..." -youngest brother as I drove him home from school
The first and only time that I was allowed to ride my bike to my friend's house (I lived on a dangerous secluded road) I saw a dead raccoon in the street, closed my eyes, and steered into a swamp.
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