“Now, Mom,” said my high-school student. “Remember what you keep telling me? Nothing lasts forever, it’s got to end one of these days.” “I just hope I’m still alive when that day comes. Watch out, you’re tracking salt in from the sidewalk, and it’s ruining the wooden floors.” “I don’t suppose you’ll let me get some practice snow-driving?”
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