I’m writing this in the front seat of my beautiful car, the one I’ve owned for a month longer than my child is old.
We named him Clarence, after the angel in It’s a Wonderful Life. Rosie rode home for the first time in his backseat, all pooled up like a puddle in the bottom of her carseat .
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