Cooper and I just received this e-mail from the new owner of my child:Â
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Hello,
I just got home with my new car and wanted to let you know that I haven’t stopped crying since I left Oakland. This is the nicest, safest and most wonderful car I think I have ever had and exactly what I have been looking for. Thank you so much again. You both seem like a very nice, honest couple which makes me feel like I am truly blessed with a wonderful car that will not break down any time soon. It was so nice to drive especially compared to mine. I hope you will enjoy your new car as much as I am enjoying mine.
Thank you so much!
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I am so happy to know that my car is now loved by someone else.
Author: Ali Carras
At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change.
I have closed my comments due to mass amounts of spam that no filter could ever control. Feel free to contact me abeckord [at] gmail.com!
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