Two more things

(An example of the kind of thing I'll likely do a little more of: Short and sweet.)

A new rule: If you can't colour between the lines, you're not allowed to drive. That staying-in-your-lane thing's a bitch, and we don't need people with past histories, y'know?

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I could never be a porn star. When choosing your "stage name," you're supposed to pick the name of your favourite pet and the street you grew up on.

I'd be Fluffy One-Hundred-And-Twenty-Nine-A-Street.

Not too catchy.