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When I was a little girl my mom would often go visit her friend, Darlene. Darlene lived down in a hollow, of sorts, in a house shaded by many trees.
The road to Darlene's house was like a rollercoaster. At just the right speed, that stretch of street could send your guts into your throat.
It was always a treat to drive to Darlene's.
Here, now, those streets are everywhere.
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I loved Darlene's road.
Posted by: Mussypants | February 03, 2010 at 01:28 PM