| 22
        August 2002
         
 I was driving to work this morning. Hanging from the bumper of one of the cars in front of me was a child's colorful shoelace, all tattered and frayed from where it had dragged along the road. "You're gonna what? Tie me to the bumper and go for a drive? Just try it. I don't think you've got the guts, mom."  | 
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