Fiction | December 01, 2005

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I’m heading west on I-80 with my two teenagers, Paul and Allison.  We’ve been in the car for almost six hours now, and we’ve settled into out own remote worlds–Allision with her Walkman, me with the radio, and Paul still playing that computer game in the back seat.

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