I’m addicted to the “C,” or more precisely, the “C3.” It’s an expensive habit. I need to break it. If I did, or even if I cut back, I might be able to fill my gas tank more than a quarter full and then take a short vacay. But I’m lost to my addiction. IContinue reading “when you’re addicted to the “C””
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