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His Name Was Chuck E.The car was stuffy and cramped. The rain tumbling down upon the roof of the exhausted Tempo showed no signs of letting up anytime soon. The sheer velocity of the howling wind in conjunction with the sheets rain of spilling out from the clouds above created just enough noise to drown out the music creeping past tired speakers. A little girl sighed in despair as she asked her father why they were here for what was quite possibly the fourth time in the span of a minute.
He said nothing and continued to hum along to music he could not hear.
Clearly frustrated, the little girl tugged at a few loose pieces of thread on the head-rest in front of her. When she had freed a few strands, she twirled them around while in the grasp of two small fingers.
"Lookit." she exclaimed to the little boy beside her.
"What?" he asked.
"It's fairy hair because it's blue." she told him. "That means it came from a fairy."
"No it doesn't." the boy replied.
"Yes, it does."
"You're stupid," he told her. "It came fr
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