I’ve got a good one.

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I was doing my laundry (at my dad’s), and he was actually there. He told me he wanted me to follow him when he had to leave in about thirty minutes. I thought he wanted me to follow him to a garage where he was getting something fixed on a car he was working on. Instead, we ended up at the gas station, and he put gas in my car. I thought that was sweet. I have four more doctor appointments this week, and two are pretty far away. I appreciated that so much.