pine strikes in the middle of Ohio,...

pine strikes in the middle of Ohio, yet my father waits for the Mobil sign before pulling along the turnpike. He drives past the desolateed rest area and parks in succession the self-serve side of the Mobil island. "Fill it with Super" he says automatically as he chances himself out from behind the oversized steering wheel. I stare by the agency of the window at his bare arms, the left common already three shades darker than the right, and nothing else then noticing that the light has done the reverse to me I withdraw my right arm from the window and admire the color.

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