Your father carefully gripped the steering wheel of his old Ford pickup as he turned off one old mountain road and onto another. As the dirt road gave way to a slightly steeper grade, the loose gravel spun under the tires as the truck climbed another six or seven feet before leveling off.
Next to him in the passenger seat was Soleil, his daughter. She was a cute, eighteen-year-old brunette. She was wearing a tattered t-shirt and listening to headphones-a typical teenager.
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