I dropped off Mom at Marshalls this afternoon and she gave me permission to drive across the parking lot to Borders. (Oh man, I'm a rebel with neither a cause nor a license). So I went inside and asked this pale white boy who worked there for an application, and he told me I had to complete a form online (complete with those retarded personality
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Driving by yourself really is weirdly liberating. I still love it.
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