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Now, she has the uncanny ability to talk and maneuver this gardolins monster of a vehicle through stormy weather or noisy traffic. All I have to do is rest my hands on the steering wheel and pretend to drive. "I need to go to the store, Mom." This is the first time she's highjacked me. "You don't have to go this instant," she says,"I need to show you something. It has to gardolins be now." I give in to her. I lean back, unroll the gardolins window, and close my eyes against the bright sunlight. It is still spring, but I can feel the warmth of summer creeping into the thick air. "Don't worry, honey. Don't be nervous," she says. With my eyes closed, hearing her voice like that, I can almost convince myself that she's here, in the car, sitting next to me. She's inspecting herself in the mirror under the passenger's sun visor, or drumming her long fingernails against the dashboard. "I'll bet you planned all of this, didn't you?" I say, "It would be just like you.
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