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The Red Rambler

I remember the taste of metal on my lips, the crickets complaining about the noise, twin lights cresting a hill down the road. A red Rambler’s engine ticking on the shoulder of the gravel road. I thought I heard my leg break. I thought we hitched another ride. I thought people were laughing in the front seat.

Posted 11/20/13
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