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When we got in the car She turned on the GPS. "We're only going to London," I smirked. "It's sixty miles on a straight road." "I know, but this makes it easy," she smiled, "And tonight, I'll make you an Irish stew." "Is that easy too? "It's a straight road! she quipped.
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 9:23 AM UTC
Her GPS
When we got in the car She turned on the GPS. "We're only going to London," I smirked. "It's sixty miles on a straight road." "I know, but this makes it easy," she smiled, "And tonight, I'll make you an Irish stew." "Is that easy too? "It's a straight road! she quipped.
francie-lynch
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 9:23 AM UTC
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