Something I do
Maria smiled and said, “When he drove away, I wrote down the license plate number of his car. It wasn’t because I did not trust him. It’s just something I do when I meet new people.” Maria excused herself momentarily and went out to get something from her car. Within 30 seconds, she re-entered the room with a small note; on it was the license plate number she referred to.
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