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Lia P's avatar

The cracked glass spattered with mud reminds me of a family story.

When my mother-in-law and father-in-law were in their early dating days, they were riding in his car.

He pointed up in the direction of the windshield.

“Look at that!” he declared, pointing to a lovely bird of prey, probably a hawk.

“It’s just a small crack!” reassured MIL, thinking he was pointing to the actual windshield.

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