He took his car and swerved down the side of the mountain, up the side of the mountain, overlooking the valley of trees, miles of green and farther away, the city. He drove fast and we screamed joy. No music. Just the wind, high-pitched, shrieking, racing with us around bends, curves, inclines. You flew. Mustangs,…

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