Eric and I went to a friend's wedding last night in Lynchburg, which is about 2 hours away. We arrived and it was cold, cold, cold. I was already dressed in my party clothes, but Eric needed to put on his tie so he was hanging back at the car. I was walking ahead and shivering, and an old man was driving his car.
He unrolled the window and told me to hurry to the club.
Then he drove a little further and told Eric, "You've got to hurry up. Your daughter is freezing."
That's right.
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