Maybe it was that sense that comes to us all at some point in the growing-up...

Maybe it was that sense that comes to us all at some point in the growing-up process, that we are separate from our parents and must suffer our own lives, with our own sorrows. Or maybe it was something simpler, a childish spite, Let her hurt like I'm hurting. And then the light changed and she started driving again.

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