In Niff’s Car

Mom and I are driving in Jen’s car. It is odd, because normally Jen would be driving and I would be in the passanger seat. We’d be sining along with her CDs, and she would yell at me for not knowing the words, and singing the wrong ones.

We’re driving now, and there is no music.

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