So my dad called me at 3am a couple of weeks ago, because he needed Roberto and I to help him. Of course he actually only needed Roberto's help (he's a mechanic) but I GET to tag along.
So we drove the 2 hours to meet up with my dad. Roberto fixed the 18 wheeler and then we had to turn around and drive 2 more hours. I was so tired. But I felt espcially bad for Roberto, when we drove into town it was 7:30 am, time for school. I really think my dad needs a new 18 wheeler.
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