Every time we hit a pothole, the suspension groaned, and a fresh puff of fine powder would rise from the floor mats. It tasted like copper and old rain. My sister and I sat in the back, armed with water bottles and bandanas wrapped around our faces, looking like bandits in a heist movie. We were miserable, hot, and squinting against the glare.
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