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The 4th of July
"Hurry daddy, we're gonna miss them." "Hun, we should've left earlier." "Shut up! We'll make it." His anger raises, to a dangerous boiling point; he presses the accelerator harder swerving into the parking lot. A sports car speeds into a spot before he backs in. He stomps towards the sports car. "Sweetie, look up. Fireworks!"
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