Lauren took me up to Napa this weekend for mother/post-human daughter bonding at a spa. She drove, of course.
"It'll be nice when you get your license." She said as we drove over the Golden Gate. "Why did you just get a state Id?"
"Remember, demon goddess, able to fly?"
"What about shopping, how will you get home a sofa from Ikea?"
"I was
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