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“Is your dad a lawyer or a judge or somethin'”


“Then, how come you got a Cadillac?”

“I don’t know.”

A car was just a car until it became a lie.

1989 Toyota Camry–

I saw my friend walking on Main Street one night.

Pulled over and hit a fire hydrant.

I am sorry I could never tell you the truth, Daddy.

“What are you?”

My mommy called me Heinz 57. I told you this truth. We laughed. You became my friend.

That is a lie.

I looked down and muttered, “I don’t know.”

You took my reserve as superiority and never forgave me.