Everything was going swimmingly until I was told there was a chance I couldn’t leave after lunch for a friend’s wedding. I was being told by people who live and drove to the OC that if I wasn’t on the 405 by 2:30 at the latest, I would be sitting in a parking lot.
I was trying hard not to be angry. I vented to some friends. And I prayed. And I prayed. I had friends praying. This had to work out. I had a whole plan in place.
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