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‘I was trying to look cool in front of my friend. ‘I hate this car. It’s dumb.’ I vividly remember Billy gently running his left hand over the dashboard and softly saying, ‘I think it’s nice.’

“There was this kid in my class named Billy. His family must have struggled financially. I know he was often forgotten at school pickup. One day, we were bringing him home. We had this Chevrolet minivan. It was gold. It wasn’t fancy, or flashy. It had cloth seats and probably the bare minimum. It was just a minivan, but it worked.”

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