It was a muggy winter day. The driver sat on a park bench near a palm tree contemplating the vagaries of the Universe. Having been sent to a previously unknown address in her own backyard and right around the corner from her mailbox , she was a little apprehensive. Was this a legitimate fare or just another catty diva looking for a free ride. Only a trip to the mountain to see the Lolly Lama would tell. 
There's never enough time to write
11 years ago
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