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Driving Towards Mercy

I was seventeen years old, pulling my car out of the drive way. A high school girl friend’s car was parked to the right of my own and slightly behind. I was not thinking about what I was doing… and I bet you can all tell where this is going… A few minutes later, I was walking into the house, trembling, searching out my father. I had to come clean about the crime of damaging not one, but two cars sitting in his driveway. My father is a good man, never cruel, but he always …

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