911 call: “Please send help. I’ve locked myself in my car.”.
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No, that didn’t happen, but Saturday night we went to a friend’s house for dinner and we locked the keys in the car. The spare key was in Mrs. Craver’s purse… in the car.
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We couldn’t get it open until the next day. For me, it was a time to learn patience and perseverance.
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Growing is not always fun. This was definitely not my choice of curriculum, but the Teacher is always good and never wrong.
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