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Rolling down the window
Stacy held out her father’s order. “I made it special for you, Dad,” she said before getting a good look at the man inside the car. She waited patiently and happily for Mark to roll down his car window. Her old man drove an old rusty Ford, so the vehicle was deprived of most luxuries, including electric windows. But when she finally saw Mark’s face, she saw him crying. “What’s wrong, Dad?”
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