Pick Up

Guitar riffs sizzle through car speakers as I sing. Bohemian Rhapsody has always brought out the high school headbanging rock star in me. As I reach the end, there’s a tap on the window.
I look up sheepishly.
“Um… Mom, meet Amy.”

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