Mikey cradled his one-eyed teddy bear in the back seat of the car. Beside him sat his older brother, Marcus. Dad was driving and Mom looked like she was nearly asleep. It was late, and it was raining. Fog hung over their heads, and clouded their vision. Marcus glanced at Dad. He seemed to be [...]
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