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Barbara, wouldn’t it be nice to have a car like that?”
“I have a car,” I said. “It runs fine.”
“That old Honda?” Jeffrey snorted. “Thing must have two hundred thousand miles on it by now.”
“One hundred eighty-three thousand,” I corrected. “And yes, it runs perfectly. I take good care of it.”
“That is the difference between us,” Jeffrey said, leaning back.continue reading …
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