"You're a very good driver, but I'm afraid I can't pass you."
._. Words of doom. Why can't I just pass this fucking test? Got two new shirts in the resulting compulsive shopping trip that followed. Am not happy, not at all.
Yes, Hyde should come drive me around so I don't need to worry about this test anymore. Or maybe he could bribe one of the Ministy of Transportation instructors to pass me.
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