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By Heidi G.
I am actually writing about my Mom (who has 15 grandchildren! And she still remembers all their names!):
I was in High School when my Mom started dating again after her marriage of 20 years ended. One of the gentlemen she went out with my brothers and I nicknamed “Fast Hands Phil”. He was dropping her off after a date and he parked the car. He leaned over to open the door for my Mom (or so she thought!) and flipped the lever on the seat to make it recline. Luckily, my Mom was able to get out of the car without incident and that was the last time we ever saw Phil!
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