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                 <p>&ldquo;Is this&hellip;? Yeah, this has to be it.&rdquo; My mom muttered.</p>
 <p>I jerked my head up from where I was half-dozing against the window at the words. Blinking at the light, I looked around. From the time I had spaced out an hour or so before, the landscape had changed from brownish scrublands of Wyoming to the tan plains east of the Rockies that I knew from the drives to band camp. That had always been my dad&rsquo;s deal, and this was only my mom&rsquo;s second time driving to Fort Collins.</p>
-<p>&ldquo;Yeah, take this one,&rdquo; I yawned. Rubbing at my face, I struggled towards wakefulness. I fumbled around and found the second half of my coffee, long cold by now, and finished it with a grimmace. &ldquo;Hopefully the places here have better coffee than this.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yeah, take this one,&rdquo; I yawned. Rubbing at my face, I struggled towards wakefulness. I fumbled around and found the second half of my coffee, long cold by now, and finished it with a grimace. &ldquo;Hopefully the places here have better coffee than this.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;Can&rsquo;t have you without your coffee,&rdquo; my mom laughed. &ldquo;Good dreams?&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;Nah, wasn&rsquo;t sleeping.&rdquo;</p>
 <p>&ldquo;Mmhm. Do you always drool when you&rsquo;re not sleeping?&rdquo;</p>
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 <p>As we drove up north to seek a parking spot near the long row of shops that was Old Town, I worked to reconcile my mom&rsquo;s worries with my lack of them. I just hoped it would be as easy as it was in my imagination.</p>
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