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Instead of being afraid, she was like a moon waxed to fullness and she ran her hand along the truck’s side to the door handle. She sat in the old driver’s seat like it was the cockpit of a craft that could take her to the stars. She let the steering wheel flow through her loose grip. Everything felt different to her fingertips. Everything had a crispness to it that was almost like feeling beautiful.
