When I was in high school and my parents were getting super tired of driving back and forth to pick me up from one activity or another after the school bus had stopped running they managed to buy me a Volkwagon Beetle off a member of our Quaker Meeting for a dollar. Elatedly, I proceeded to hang something kitschy from the rearview mirror and was informe…
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