When I was about 13, my parents and I took a day trip to Sugar Loaf, NY, an arts and crafts village full of artsy-fartsy shops run by aging hippies. After a long day, we headed back to the car. The setting sun was in my eyes, and I was squinting behind my sunglasses.
Suddenly, my mom said, "Kaitlen, duck."
I kept walking.
"Kaitlen, duck!"
I kept walking.
"Kaitlen, duck!"
I walked smack into a low-hanging sign.
"What is wrong with you?" my mom hollered.
"I was looking for the duck!"
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