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"Baby! Can you come help me? Yes, I got myself stuck... again."
It was going to be so perfect! A quick, sneaky snack run. My boyfriend wasn't even going to notice I was gone. I got my fruit tea and a big, spicy chicken sandwich... I just needed to put the seat back to make some belly room and...
I'm stuck! Call it fate- I'm pinned in by my own curves. Picture the scene: plump damsel in destress, steering wheel kissing my belly a little too deeply. The switches on the side of the seat aren't working. I'm panicked, squirming, and growing more humiliated and hungry by the second. And worst of all, my sandwich is going to get cold!
There's no telling when help will arrive, so I'd better dig in while everything is fresh. Why let a small emergency ruin a good meal?
Edited by CouchQueen
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