Last night I and my 16-year old daughter drove around a bit in the falling snow on our way to the mall to do some shopping. She plugged in her iPhone to play music - well, what she calls music.
At this point, I will pause for I am acutely aware that I am about to sound like an older person. I'm about to get into that things were better in my time sort of…
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