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There was a time when I was gullible.
I must’ve been in second grade — my dad was picking my sister and I up from school and decided to play a little joke on us.
We were walking down the street — my sister and I straying a few feet ahead looking for where my dad might’ve parked his car (a beat up Dodge Avenger) — when he stopped dead in his tracks next to a shiny, bright red Ford Mustang.
“Oh, girls, would you look at this beauty?” My dad said, gesturing toward the car.