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“Thank you,” I tell her when we’re halfway there.
She reaches over and pats my leg, and that’s the last either of us speak until we pull into the parking lot.
Thank god she knows me.
And thank god she puts up with me. I don’t know where I’d be rightnow if it wasn’t for her.
I probably would have killed myself by now.
Actually…
There’s no probably about it.
