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Show Fair Forever .168 She pouts and I can feel my will begin to weaken. If she were to ask, I'd finish. I'd do anything-she wanted. Instead, she turns and points to the outboard. "Ready to drive?" "What about algebra?" I ask. She looks at her backpack and squares her jaw. "I'll try the homework on my own. At least tonight." She points again to the outboard, inviting me to give it a try. I scoot to the back bench. "No choke," she instructs. "She'll start fine without it." I grab the starter and pull, and the engine fires like she promises. |