Whenever Billy wasn't working at Pizza Works or otherwise busy, he would often pick me up after school and take me home to Eula's. Sometimes, we would stop to get something to eat or hang out with friends. Other times, he'd take me straight home and we'd sit on the porch outside the house and talk for a while. It was a pleasant routine that we both enjoyed.
   On one of those days, as we were pulling away from the school in the rush of vehicles from every other student trying to exit at the same time, traffic came to a sudden, and complete, stop. A few cars ahead of us, two vehicles had collided and locked bumpers. We sat there a few minutes gawking with the rest when Billy began to laugh after recognizing one of the guys trying to split the two cars up.
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