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“Not so bad, right?” Mike asks. “Can your feet reach the pedals? Down on the floor? It’s okay to try, nothing will happen until we turn the car on.” I scoot to the very edge of the seat and stretch my legs. They barely reach, but I can feel the pedals down there. I don’t know which is which, but I’m sure Mike will tell me.
Fleshy ivy creeps up the cedar siding and across the shingled roof. The flower buds have blossomed into what appear to be Venus flytrap mouths full of spindly teeth. One of them is closed around a seagull, the bird’s black, lifeless eyes staring out at us in surprise. The HOA would have a fit if they saw this.

