1995?

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By jwhwz

I think that in the year of 1995; The Department Rehabilitative Services tried to teach her how to drive. After that, luckily all of those out on the road are still alive! She got her license; but she never used it on a car; Her license has not gotten her very far. Now she uses it to buy beer and cigarettes; it makes her poor little body have much regret. For, the cigarettes are totally and completely unhealthy; Aside from the fact that she is not wealthy. She really can't afford them; But, she and her common-law husband hoard them. They know that it would be best to quit; For it gives them many-a-coughing fit. They want to live, not just survive; They're lucky that they have bad times; but, sometimes thrive.

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