... I was dreaming. And I knew. Everything was too perfect. I was in the backseat of a convertible looking up at the blue sky, big white clouds moving in unpredictable manners. My mother was driving, young confident and beautiful. My father was in the passenger seat young strong and relaxed. We were driving up the Jamestown bridge The old one really steep. We were talking about how beautiful and strange the new clouds were and then I woke up....
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