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I drive like an eighty-seven-year-old woman who is too short to see over the dashboard and too cautious to go the speed limit. I know this about myself. I am okay with it. Under the circumstances, I wanted to drive faster, but I was afraid to go much over the posted limit of fifty-five. To me, that was about thirty miles per hour too fast.

I realized I needed to call my mo

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