On request, he produced his driver’s license. Embarassed: “Doesn’t really look like me.” “Sure it does,” she said, unhesitatingly.
On request, he produced his driver’s license. Embarassed: “Doesn’t really look like me.” “Sure it does,” she said, unhesitatingly.
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