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Driving Under Pressure

And praying for green

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The phone rings, it’s my wife. She’s been out all morning, and I’m elbow deep into a tuna sandwich when she calls.

“Open the door quick.” she says.

I stop chewing. “Huh?” I know she’s not in the driveway, I’m sitting in the bay window looking out. She’s not even home.

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Just the guy next door. Glad to meet you. Pull up a chair, let’s chat. I do stir the pot sometimes.

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