Read the passage.

A Huge Mistake

I finally had it! I had the golden ticket in my hand! Okay, it wasn’t really golden—it was actually blue, and it wasn’t really a ticket—it was my driver’s license! Finally, after all the driving classes and practice drives, I at last had the little plastic card that would provide me the autonomy to drive wherever I wanted. Only one thing was missing: I didn’t actually have a vehicle yet, but I was saving up and figured I would have that sweet, sweet freedom eventually. Until that time, however, I had to share my family’s beat-up sedan with my overbearing older sister who monopolized the car for her so-called job every day. It was so incredibly frustrating.

To make matters exponentially worse, my mom indulged herself with a whopping bonus that year and instead of providing her only, impeccable son with a set of wheels, she went and irresponsibly splurged and bought a brand new convertible. When I pointed out the injustice of it all to her, she said to me, “Ezra, when you work hard and get a bonus from work, then you can buy yourself whatever you want.”

My mom worked exceptionally hard and was a successful entrepreneur, but she could have bought two really functional cars for the price of that convertible. Don’t get me wrong, the convertible was incredible: it had leather seats, a shiny silver paint job, and best of all, it could move from 0-60 mph in 4.1 seconds; it was truly amazing! There was one issue, though, because it was my mom’s car, and only hers. My mom said, “Ezra, when you earn enough to buy a car like this one, you can drive it any time you want.”

The problem was that I couldn’t wait the decades it would take until I earned enough for a car as incredible as my mom’s because Juliana, the girl I had had a crush on since eighth grade, had finally agreed to go out with me. Basically, this was the miracle I had been waiting for since I was thirteen, and miracles didn’t come around every day. Wouldn’t it be crazy, though, to pick Juliana up in a car that had cost as much as a small house, especially since I had just gotten my driver’s license? Extreme times called for extreme measures, and I decided that I would have to become extremely convincing. I began begging my mom to let me drive the car for just one evening. I reasoned, I badgered, and I pleaded until my mom became extremely annoyed, but to my amazement, she relented! She agreed to allow me three hours, and three hours only, with the car to take Juliana t

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Read the passage.

A Huge Mistake

I finally had it! I had the golden ticket in my hand! Okay, it wasn’t really golden—it was actually blue, and it wasn’t really a ticket—it was my driver’s license! Finally, after all the driving classes and practice drives, I at last had the little plastic card that would provide me the autonomy to drive wherever I wanted. Only one thing was missing: I didn’t actually have a vehicle yet, but I was saving up and figured I would have that sweet, sweet freedom eventually. Until that time, however, I had to share my family’s beat-up sedan with my overbearing older sister who monopolized the car for her so-called job every day. It was so incredibly frustrating.

To make matters exponentially worse, my mom indulged herself with a whopping bonus that year and instead of providing her only, impeccable son with a set of wheels, she went and irresponsibly splurged and bought a brand new convertible. When I pointed out the injustice of it all to her, she said to me, “Ezra, when you work hard and get a bonus from work, then you can buy yourself whatever you want.”

My mom worked exceptionally hard and was a successful entrepreneur, but she could have bought two really functional cars for the price of that convertible. Don’t get me wrong, the convertible was incredible: it had leather seats, a shiny silver paint job, and best of all, it could move from 0-60 mph in 4.1 seconds; it was truly amazing! There was one issue, though, because it was my mom’s car, and only hers. My mom said, “Ezra, when you earn enough to buy a car like this one, you can drive it any time you want.”

The problem was that I couldn’t wait the decades it would take until I earned enough for a car as incredible as my mom’s because Juliana, the girl I had had a crush on since eighth grade, had finally agreed to go out with me. Basically, this was the miracle I had been waiting for since I was thirteen, and miracles didn’t come around every day. Wouldn’t it be crazy, though, to pick Juliana up in a car that had cost as much as a small house, especially since I had just gotten my driver’s license? Extreme times called for extreme measures, and I decided that I would have to become extremely convincing. I began begging my mom to let me drive the car for just one evening. I reasoned, I badgered, and I pleaded until my mom became extremely annoyed, but to my amazement, she relented! She agreed to allow me three hours, and three hours only, with the car to take Juliana t

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