I’m a really fucking good driver. It’s something people say about me. They’ll get in the car and after a few minutes, nearly every time, “you’re a really good driver.” And though I’m generally terrible at accepting compliments, this is the exception. Or maybe it’s not. Because I forget to say “Thank you.” I’ll just say, “I know. I really am.”
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