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I went to university with, and (very) briefly dated, a young woman who was upset that her father wouldn't give her a car until she finished university. At one point, in her first term, she got tired of classes and without telling her parents, bought a plane ticket home and called her father's driver to come pick her up. She came back the next week, not with her own car... but she had appropriated her father's Thunderbird for the term! We had some very great times in that car (students with cars were a relative rarity in those days).
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