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Chapter Eighty-Two: Please Don't Step On My Weiner
Robyn I should have done this a long time ago, I thought as I slid behind the wheel of my new car. It smelled like one of those pine-tree air fresheners and whatever chemicals they used to detail it at the dealership. It was quite liberating to be able to just put the key in the ignition and go, without having to ask permission, borrow keys, or wait for a taxi driver to come pick me up. Granted, my mother wasn’t speaking to me. Late last night, I heard raised voices from the other end of the house. I couldn’t hear everything clearly, but I had a feeling that my mother might have gone to Andrew with her theory that his sons had bought me the car in exchange for s.exual favors. I’d like to think she was smarter than that, but my mom, when triggered, could do some pretty stupid things.
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