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My dad is a dermatologist who
thought it was hilarious to get “Zit” vanity plates. Somehow they ended up not
on his car but on the family car. Needless to say, I was a tad embarrassed
driving that car. For Christmas, when I was 16, I unwrapped a pair of license
plates. Hooray, I thought, something to replace the ZIT plates. Nope.
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My parents had actually bought
me a car! It was an old Dodge Colt with a million miles on it, some body rust
and an ugly brown color. I named the car Spot. (Because, at 16, that’s what you
do!) That same Christmas my sister got a sewing machine and she doesn’t sew.
Seems equitable to me.
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