Girl, would you please slow down racing your black Maserati all over town. I could not believe you cut off our therapist on Los Gatos Boulevard on her way to our home. You drive like a kama-crazy every time I see you around, which is often. Uptown, downtown—you’re everywhere, driving like you’re in a big hurry. Your face got them big airbag lips, though, so I hope they cushion the blow when you inevitably wreck.
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