We are moving. I have been collecting boxes. Liquor store boxes. I asked Trevor to get them out of the car for me. Did you get the boxes out of the trunk?? Yeah Yeah yeah.....
I pick up my first passenger, one of my many lyft husbands, but my favorite, John Spivey. He comes back to the car door. Looks like you like vodka.
Damn. No airport runs for me today.
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