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| 02.sappho.outofThyme : We're driving. I'm trying to be helpful and agree with the navigator of the two. She'd say, "I believe we turn here," to the driver. And I'd say, "Yes, that's right." They know that I don't really know the directions they are taking, so they scoff and roll their eyes at me. The navigator directs the driver through a mall. We end up driving through corridors of the children's department. Somehow we're on foot now; the car has been parked in the outside parking lot. We're heading towards it. |
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