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Submitted to Contest #330
My father changed cars every few years, as if aging in reverse through steel and chrome. Rambler. Dart. Topaz. The Rambler smelled faintly of gasoline and old raincoats; in winter, the windows fogged so quickly I could draw shapes on them with my fingertip. The Dart’s doors shut with a hollow, decisive thud, and its vinyl seats burned the backs of my legs in summer. The Topaz had a radio that hissed before finding the station, and my father would keep turning the dial until a song came in clean, as if coaxing it out of hiding. In each of th...
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