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After more than a year of owning it, I drove my convertible with the top down. Didn’t stop smiling. Suddenly driving was a joy.

Long conversations. Gut instincts. Honesty. I started the day mourning imagined losses. I questioned my faith. And now I know what a real loss is. Bob and his idea of schooling. 

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