Tonight, I was riding back from Northboro with my friends Kristin and Lara. We had just turned off of 90 at the Brighton tolls when it started raining. I had left my Jeep with the top and doors off at her house, so I fired off a quick prayer: "Jesus, please make it stop raining, and don't let Jack be too wet." "I agree, Jesus," echoed Kristin,
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