Looks like my stepdaughter has finally gotten rid of me.
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I sat there for thirty minutes. Maybe longer. I can’t believe that damn sticker.
“Well,” I muttered. Then I remembered Bonnie.
She lived right across the street, and if anyone could handle a Delia-style disaster, it was my Bonnie. We met in 1986, when I was driving a Chevrolet that stalled every other day.
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Bonnie gave me jumper cables and told me my ex-husband looked like a baked potato in khakis. We’ve been best friends ever since.
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