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You: girl with sloppy bun and over-sized sunglasses in little silver car.
Driving down Ash St. 8/10 Between 3:55-4:00 pm. Me: girl in white Subaru
wagon with white sticker in the upper left hand corner, right in front of
you. Like, three feet in front of you. Going 35 MPH! I saw you. Fixing your
hair in the rear-view mirror, digging in your purse, looking out the
window, all while riding my ass. I almost had to keep a better eye on you
than the people ahead of me! When the traffic in front of me had a dramatic
slow down and you were digging through your purse, I had half the nerve to
slam on my brakes and let you buy me a new car. Frankly, I hope somebody
does; you need to learn.
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