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I’d named her Silver. Tricked-out. Souped-up. Bitchin’ cha-cha, yo? Shoulda seen our last race: Rear tires burnin’ rubber— (I can still smell it.) Screechin’ like unholy hell ol’ Nurse Nasty was. Said eight mile an’ hour too damn fast for a wheelchair. http://pitt.edu/~yaa21/wheelchair.jpg

The terror in my eyes met the rage in his and then we knew. Just knew. So, together we ran From the shattering, the gunfire, the abject hatred and horror. Kristallnacht: That is how I met your zayde and fell in love.