I was speeding down the road on the way to the gym. Flying solo which felt like it hadn't happened in weeks. No kids, just me, the window cracked, tunes cranked up. "I came to move, move, move," I sang, turning up the volume, letting it all hang out. I'm cool, I'm hip, I'm....
...stopped at a stoplight, with Kidz Bop 19 turned way up and the person in the next car staring at me like I'm a circus freak. I am SO not cool anymore.
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