My mom told me I could use her car to go out. I was so happy. I was so careful. I got home before curfew.
Next day, about 1:00, my mom comes home from the grocery store and berates me about the humongous, bright-red-and-pale-beige booger I wiped on the edge of the driver's-side air vent.
I was proud of it.
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