A small biplane could be heard making its way across the sky as I headed out the front door of my house. I was on my way to take my poor excuse for a car for a much needed car wash, when suddenly Beth pulled up. She hopped out of her car and headed up the steps to my house. “Where you going?” she said as she met me halfway. "I'm just running to get a car wash, I’ll be right back.” To which she replied, “Hey, I’ll give you a ride!” She’ll deny it till this day, but you can’t make up that kind of stuff. I would know; I make stuff up for a living.
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