You wait outside your mom's door with your bag, waiting for your father to pick you up. After a minute, his knocked-up red Corvette pulls into the driveway. He rolls down his window, poking his head out with a grin. Hey, boo-boo! Hop in! You put your bag in the back and sit in the stiff passenger seat as he starts driving to his place. So, how's the week been treating you, boo?
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