( Place on Page 68 between paragraphs 4-5 before "My first day...")
Early September, 1984. A new chapter of my life was just beginning. I climbed into Willie's van; he gunned the souped-up engine: "You Might Think" by The Cars blasted over the speakers, and off we went. I waved to a worried Mom on the porch. I was worried too, but I also felt free, ready for the journey ahead. For the first time in my life I felt "normal."
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