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This morning I drove to the airport to pick up Xia, a sweet lady in my ward who went to China because her mother died. I was an hour late picking her up, even though I left an hour earlier than waze thought I had to. I sat on the 405 and daydreamed about a life that didn't include bumper to bumper sitting cars with the occasional motorcyclist zipping between the lanes.
Our ride home was better. We had a lot of time to talk. She is filled with sadness and confusion. I tried to be comforting and cheerful. The end.
In other car news Rob broke the jeep again.
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