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Whenever the car went by the guardrails, I imagined a girl cartwheeling from post to post, shadow full of joy.
Taking a ride, a “country ride” he always said. Music so loud it made my chest thump. Your hand on the back of my neck.
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Whenever the car went by the guardrails, I imagined a girl cartwheeling from post to post, shadow full of joy.
Taking a ride, a “country ride” he always said. Music so loud it made my chest thump. Your hand on the back of my neck.