"How am I going to afford a car?" Logan asked, with a very heavy, seven-year-old sigh.
We were on our way to swimming lessons and the ride had been silent up until then.
"You'll have a job," I said.
You had better have a job.
"Wait! Don't they just give you one when you get your drivers license?"
Damn. How come I didn't know about that?
- 8 October 2015
- 8 October 2015
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