The Worthington Post
Once upon a time, I was driving to pick up my son from baseball tryouts. Then I had company looking at me from the other side of the windshield. Here is the poorly drawn story of our relationship.
We were at a red light. She seemed happy to see me.
Then the light turned green.
Red light.
Green light.
Red light.
Green light.
The end.
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