I’m writing this from a subaru dealership waiting room, which might be the most lesbian thing I have ever written. I am the only one in the waiting room with a sack lunch and knitting, which might be the second. We’re getting a new airbag sensor for our old buddy and I’m distracting myself from the stress of car repairs by looking at quilts.
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