"Belly, your voice makes me want to run this car into the ocean." He pretended to swerve right. Steven reached over to switch stations, and I slapped his hand away. Tom Petty was singing "Free Fallin'." I sang right along with him. I found my favorite station, the one that played everything from pop to oldies to hip-hop. I was as familiar with them as I was with the ones back home, and listening to Q94 made me just really know inside that I was there, at the beach. One of my favorite things about going to the beach was the radio stations. Steven ignored me, and so I started to fiddle with the radio. "That guy in a wheelchair just lapped us!" "Hey, look," I said, pointing out the window. "People like you shouldn't even be allowed to drive." "If you ever get your license," he scoffed.
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