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Oh Lord!
Just got another call...
d: hi?
g: are you selling the...
d: yeah, yeah, that's me.
g: How many miles?
d: Oh my God. What is this? Can you just come and look at it?
g: I need to know how many miles to know if I even want to make the trip.
d: What is up with everyone wanting to know the mileage? sheesh...
g: Is there a guy there I can talk to about the car.
d: It is my car. Not my dads. Not my brothers. Mine. You have to talk to me.
g: Can you get me the mileage?
d: Hold on...
[time...]
d: OK, it is 14845.
g: Hmmm. You are missing a number.
d: It was in between numbers so I didn't know what it was...
g: So it was the last number though...
d: I guess! Look, do you want to come and see the car or what?
g: No, I am looking for less miles.
d: Oh my God! You made me go out there and find your mileage for you and now you aren't even going to come and look at it? Dude, I am a girl you know. I'm not supposed to do this kind of shit.
~click~
d: OH MY FUCKING GOD! PEOPLE ARE SO FUCKING STUPID!
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