Standing at the Edge of Something Huge

Opening the car’s hood was an exercise in futility, unless a leprechaun was going to pop out and tell me how to fix a broken transmission. I looked over my shoulder. There were no leprechauns in this neighborhood. It was not the best place to break down.

“What’s up with that dude’s shorts?” one of the twins said from an open car window.

“He does it like that on purpose,” the other twin said. “He’s sagging.”

“What for? It looks stupid.”

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